I stood outside of Comma Coffee Wednesday night, observing the people entering. I was hoping a friend of mine was going to come.
Finally, I went inside. There was a sign leaning against a chair that said OCCUPY NV CAPITOL. I introduced myself; these were the people I was here to see.
There were only 12 or 13 of us, but we all had one thing in common: we were disenchanted. We were the hungry, the tired of being pushed around, the broke. We are the 99%.
I should probably back up and explain myself now.