On August 22nd when I went to the Shrub protest, The obvious reason I was there was to protest the unpartriotic views of shrub and his cohorts. The protest was extremely exciting and throughout the day I felt that the 4000+ people and myself finally were united under one voice. I can't explain the feeling of unity and love as I felt that day, and still feel to this day. One thing I didn't expect to find that day was Love, however about an hour into the protest 4:00 or so the unexpected happened. I want to start by appologizeing for writing about Love in this time of crisis, but then I relized that love is what it is all about. I met this wonderful girl named Melissa. She was with a friend named Miranda. For some odd reason I felt an electric charge between Melissa and myself, and as the day went on it was almost scary how many things we had in common. We were on the front line most of the day, and she had long dark hair which was tied in a pony tail. She was wearing blue pants, and a gray shirt with blue sleeves like the type worn under a baseball uniform. I had a Mariners hat on (backwards) and green shorts. The reason I am writing this is because I am kinda at my last hope. With all the commotion that was going on (pepper spray, beatings, rubber bullets), I forgot to get her phone number. So this is a call out to anyone who may know of her or hopefully she may read this. If anyone has a suggestion on how to find this girl feel free to email me or respond. Otherwise, I suppose it is all up to fate and perhaps someday I will find her at another protest.
Peace, Love, Happiness always
Chris
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Try a melon or an electrical outlet.
You recognize sparky that most who participated in this action were not there to meet babes or guys, (as the case may be).