Cory Doctorow/Little Brother/
I bought the Emma Goldman poster on the way home and stuck
it up over my desk, tacked over a vintage black-light poster. I also
bought a NEVER TRUST t-shirt that had a photoshop of Grover
and Elmo kicking the grownups Gordon and Susan off Sesame
Street. It made me laugh. I later found out that there had already
been about six photoshop contests for the slogan online in places
like Fark and Worth1000 and B3ta and there were hundreds of
ready-made pics floating around to go on whatever merch
someone churned out.
Mom raised an eyebrow at the shirt, and Dad shook his head
and lectured me about not looking for trouble. I felt a little
vindicated by his reaction.
Ange found me online again and we IM-flirted until late at
night again. The white van with the antennas came back and I
switched off my Xbox until it had passed. We'd all gotten used to
Ange was really excited by this party. It looked like it was going
to be monster. There were so many bands signed up they were
talking about setting up a B-stage for the secondary acts.
> How'd they get a permit to blast sound
all night in that park? There's houses
all around there
> Per-mit? What is "per-mit"? Tell me
more of your hu-man per-mit.
> Woah, it's illegal?
> Um, hello?
breaking the law?
> Fair point
I felt a little premonition of nervousness though. I mean, I was
taking this perfectly awesome girl out on a date that weekend --
well, she was taking me, technically -- to an illegal rave being
held in the middle of a busy neighborhood.
It was bound to be interesting at least.
People started to drift into Dolores Park through the long
Saturday afternoon, showing up among the ultimate frisbee
players and the dog-walkers. Some of them played frisbee or
walked dogs. It wasn't really clear how the concert was going to
work, but there were a lot of cops and undercovers hanging
around. You could tell the undercovers because, like Zit and
Booger, they had Castro haircuts and Nebraska physiques: tubby
guys with short hair and untidy mustaches. They drifted around,
looking awkward and uncomfortable in their giant shorts and
loose-fitting shirts that no-doubt hung down to cover the
chandelier of gear hung around their midriffs.
Dolores Park is pretty and sunny, with palm trees, tennis courts,