Later, Oklahoma.

Yesterday was pretty much lame and depressing, but I did get to hang out with Cameron for a little bit.

He and I went to the mall and then went to see his dad at the strike. His dad works at Thomas Steel which is on union strike right now.

So after I bought some new flip-flops at Old Navy, he and I headed out towards that way. After I went back to the truck and talked to the grandparents (I left my phone in the truck), I had some fun.

They had corporate suits out there in a large white van. There was a skinny guy wearing cowboy boots and a black suit, and a fat guy wearing a suit shirt and pants. I started having fun yelling obscenities at the pair of guys who were against the strike, working for the corporate end of Thomas steel. I yelled everything, in front of Cameron's dad at that:

"Hey Oklahoma (the skinny guy) take your dick out the other guys ass and stop recording me!"

"Was it weird when you joined Al-Queda as an American?"

"Do you enjoy your job? Draining America's hard-working persons for the financial gain of people who REALLY don't need the money?"

"I'm gonna burn down your fucking house!"

"I bet you like David Bowie- I bet the fat man is Freddie Mercury, I heard they fucked!"

And just various other things. Cameron and I walked into the tent next to the strikers and there was a cat there. Cameron asked who's it was, and one of the guys from the strike said it's name is "Strike Kitty" and it just showed up one day.

The cat and I started playing. It scratched me like 50 times, painfully.

Eventually we left, and that was pretty much the only noteworthy part of yesterday.

- Josh