One day, I was one of fifty, then a couple hundred, then several thousand. One day, a few dozen of us occupied a lane of traffic and marched laps through a busy neighborhood, guarded by a slow, honking caravan of cars—just so Los Angeles, to protest by creating traffic—until we took over a big intersection, Sunset and Vine, people shouting, honking thei…
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