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[wickedflea]

So the Chinese president was in town today. Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven . . .



OK, not blood, but a lot of red flags.



 . . . and other flags





 . . . and signs



. . . and at least one really scrange jacket.



This was my favorite part. This guy was reading from some book while his partner held the business end of the loudspeaker . . .



and this guy and his crew weren't diggin' on whatever the other dude was reading.



So they bum-rushed him



 . . . and bum-rushed him



 . . . and bum-rushed him



 . . . until they were right up in his damn FACE blaring trumpets, crashing cymbals, and making whatever noises they could to drown him out.



Right in his EAR, yo.



They were groovin'



. . . when they weren't checkin' me out



. . . and laffing their asses off.



This dude wasn't havin' none of what homegirl was sellin'.



NONE of it.



These folks probably had the best idea of anyone.



And these folks . . . well, whatever.