So there I was, it was the last week of August, and I was nervous as hell. I was going (with my wife) to one of the first meetings that came to eventually be known as Occupy Orlando. I had never participated in a political protest like this before, and had no idea what to expect. Little did I know how intense life was going to become.. I'm trying to share my experiences here both to help organize my thoughts, and to show others exactly what happens during an occupation, and why things go very very wrong, very often.
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