It took me a minute to dry out from last night's festivities, and then a few more minutes to write a 5,000 or so word-long essay about it, but here it is.
Last night, as the grand jury announced it's decision to let Darren Wilson get away with murder, I hit a Run the Jewels show here in St. Louis maybe 15 miles from Ferguson and not very far at all from a few other random protests.
Included are my thoughts on the show itself, the grand jury decision, the ensuing protests and -- as I'm sure you can imagine -- all kinds of other random shit.
Looking over it just now, there's a lot of other shit I could have included. But this ought to give you an idea of what it was like. It was one of those nights, as John "Cougar" Mellencamp might put it.