
To contextualize what may seem like a harsh ultimatum—to those who do see the merit of camping out in Dewey for 70-some days, anyway—I need to note this fucking awesome gal had put up with my aloofness-politik for a little over a month before that night. Occupy Boston’s first General Assembly in September was also the first of many nights that I would break plans in order to involve myself further with the nascent movement. Continue reading















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