I was talking with a friend a few minutes ago and we reminised about a camping trip about a dozen years ago. When I watched the verdict in the Rodney King case, where an all-white jury rubberstamped the attempted murder of Mr. king by the lapd (even though they themselves admitted that they falsified records and at least one of them had a history of abusing Americans), I knew there was gonna be trouble. It was summertime, perfect rioting weather. I called up some friends and we made immedient plans to go on a camping trip. It was a 2-mile backpack hike down to one of our favorite sites, next to a trout stream. As we were pulling out the next a.m. we took the long way around to get to the mountains, avoiding as much as possible south cental and surrounding area's, listening to reports of looting and fires and shooting and beatings and murder, since the lapd had violated their oath to protect and serve and had run away and hid like cowards. We brought a lot of supplies, plus since we camped there a lot we had supplies cached there. Every morning we'd turn on the radio and listen to hear if the riots were still going. So while L.A. was ablaze, while people we huddled in their homes with loaded weapons, we were 6 naked hippies splashing in the stream, eating fresh-caught trout and blazing doob's. We were up there for 6 days before the riots were over. When we got back I found out the mini-mart at the corner of my block had been looted and set on fire.
hell,i'd go splashing around naked in the stream and eat fresh caught trout even if there wasn't a riot
