Well, first they entrapped him on some drug bullshit.
Then they killed him. Unarmed, no chance.
Then they got away with it.
The Spirit of ’68 and ’89 found at a Sunday market
Most Sunday’s, weather allowing, I set up a mobile comic book shop at local open air markets. I have done it for the good part of a decade, in doing so you make unique friendships with people who you may only see every so many Sundays over the years, you might not...
