Iiiik...scary cops

On my way to work this morning I got stared down by a cop armed with an mp5. Pretty scary. Turns out today was not the best day to wear my palestine scarf since I work next door to the hotel Condolezza Rice will be staying at. There is something profundly uncomfortable about suspicious police officers with large guns. I've grown up with the nice and comfortable feeling that police officers are the good guys who, without guns, uphold the law and makes sure that the bad people does not hurt anyone. Now, suddenly, they're standing behind fences, armed, while large helicopters fly overhead and large black commando cars drive by. I don't like it.

I think I'm going to the demonstration today, but I don't want to go if I can't leave my guitar somewhere on the way. First of all, it's annoying as hell carrying it, but second of all there's rumors that there'll be trouble and I don't want it to get hurt.

Oi, there are police officers on the roofs as well. The joys of working on the tenth floor.

This icon is called "butch Martin" because it's a picture of martin with a gun.