It was around 7 p.m. Monday night, and the McDonald’s across from Zuccotti Park was packed. Tired cops who had just spent two hours corralling protesters during one of Occupy Wall Street’s marches waited in line behind tired protesters still caked in zombie makeup. The lines for the bathroom were twenty people long; once inside a stall, the used toilet paper is stacked higher than the actual toilets.
A couple of families hurried in and out, one woman dragging her daughter away from two white guys in dreads who were giggling over some tablets of white powder.
“We just found these on the ground man,” the two young men confided in us before opening up the capsules and pouring the contents onto the table to inspect. “You never know though.” Read More