It all started with a text on Wednesday from my friend Will.  Hey bud, I got an extra seat in my car for the galactic show at UNO. Obviously the rona is hot right now and I completely understand if you want to keep the distance, but the offer stands. At first I thought my friend was losing it. There weren’t any concerts anymore, not in the new normal, not with all the paranoid mouthbreathers refusing to mask up and infecting the rest of us with their stupidity. No, concerts were a thing of the past, and maybe the future, depending on when and if humanity found its intelligence again.…

Prep Walk Down Lafitte’s- It’s a forty minute walk from my place in Mid City to Duncan Plaza in Downtown, where today’s protest is going to be held. It’s only a nine minute drive by car and a thirteen minute ride by bike, but my bike is still in the shop, and I’m nervous about taking my car down there. The truth is, I’m nervous about all of it. I have no idea what to expect, but the online images I’ve seen in the last five days of fires, looting, and rows of menacing police swinging batons and shooting tear gas canisters into crowds invade my mind with every other…