Moving out

We are no longer camped down at Occupy Portland. Last night, someone that I would call, an "agent provocateur" targeted our camp. When he first got there, he had a job and a girlfriend and a house, by the end of the night he was friends with all the gutter punks encouraging them to drink out in the open, yelling about having a gun, and making threats our way.

I was scared. I was angry. I was sleep deprived and my life was starting to suffer. I wanted to cry.

We couldn't stay any longer. Packed up and shipped out.

Rough night.