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I got down to the corner of Broadway and Wall Street around 1 PM, right on time, and quickly found myself in a swarm of old men and women screaming that tired chant, “WHOSE STREETS? OUR STREETS!” led by this dude who was kind of like a black Bruce Springsteen. He would yell and rant about the working class and do this weird thing where he’d start a sentence talking normal and then be singing by the end of it. That’s him up there.By this point it was pretty sloppy outside and I decided I might be better off just talking to some of the protestors to try and figure things out instead of listening to the main speakers. It didn’t really do me much good. Just about everyone I talked to gave me the same reasoning and response, pretty much saying that the government should be giving them money instead of giving it to banks. Fucking babies.I eventually made friends with this guy…