At 6pm every evening we hold a media meeting lon the West Steps of City Hall. I was a little late last night because I was fixing up my 3 bedroom tent. I had packed it up Sunday night around quarter to midnight knowing that the planned time of the raid on Solidarity Park was supposed to go down at midnight.Tonight, PJ walked onto the West Steps and announced, "We just got the word that the LAPD is moving in at 8:30pm". I looked at the clock on the LA Times Building. I was 7:39 PM. We had an hour. Oh you sly fox Villagarosa. Creep.

Sunday was  Revolutionary's Festival. Around 2,000 supporters of the Great Occupy Movement came down to P A R T A Y, let me tell you. I have to add here that I love L.A.. I love The Movement. I love the Revolutionaries. I love Solidarity Park formally known as ...bunch of renig mofos park. I love the way the rebels party. They bring in a great punk band and everyone sings along because they know all the words, Dark Man and Slug from Atmosphere rocked OLA while the copters floated noisily around the Park. I painted in front of my tent and the hundreds of people there chanted slogans while the mainstream media came out with their missing puzzle pieces, sifting through us looking for the right dialogue to complete their angles. I was interviewed by one reporter from NBC. She asked many stock questions, and I was unable to detect her angle. She asked me, "SoooOoo... what do you think the reaction to the announcement of the coming raid? How do you think people are going to react to the park being raided?" I thought, how naive, But said, "Well Los Angeles riots over a Laker game, what do you think?"

At this moment, I am at Starbucks on Los Angeles and 1st Street,  just like I am every Occupy moment. I have my bag at the Occupiers refugee camp,  on the corner of San Pedro at Old Church, my tent is beneath a snoring Darren on the corner of Temple and Los Angeles Street and Alaan's computer isck on mty bike and  beneath my fingertips as I try to rush this story and get back on my mountain bike to get it together out there in the real world where suddenly my fingernails are blatantly dirty and my 99% bandana is a viewed by cops in cars and pedestrians as the annoying pests finally gone and scattered around the streets  in the immediate vicinity.

It is the morning after and I have to reunite with my people at the meeting spot, gather my things....stay tuned, to be continued. There is much more to tell you. Sad things, horribly sad. Violent, ugly and ... reality. Come on back here in about 2 - 3 hours. Please edit my typos in your head, I haven't slept. Remember, the movement is 2 -fold. The Occupy Movement happened by blessed accident. No one knew we would gather and Occupy in Solidarity. By the thousands. GLOBALLY.  The 99% part of The Movement continues. So there 1%ers. Go ahead and rest. Can you say Bank Transfer Day?

It ain't over till the fat lady sings.

SOLIDARITY.