I now know what tear gas canisters sound like. That's not something I'm likely to forget soon. Today was hard — not without a few moments of humor, mind you — but hard. I don't like seeing my city like this. I don't like seeing the base, animal side of humanity running amok, especially at close range. Several times today I was on the verge of tears. My jaw is sore from clenching lest I open my mouth and say something that might get me in a fight.
Here's hoping the Women's March tomorrow brings some much-needed joy.