I can recall like yesterday. Grad student at LSU. 1992. Yankee here. Best friend from Vermont, another Yankee. We were confused. It seemed terrible things were happening outside of an abortion clinic in Baton Rouge. I recall him asking me if I had anything to do. I said grade papers. He was like let’s go down.
He was like this is so fucked up!
For a few days we stayed there. I said terrible things I'd take back now with wisdom of age. But true.