Menace was in the air. I didn't see anything YouTube-worthy, but the indefinable strangeness I'd noticed when Tanya and I went out for breakfast the day before had grown a little less indefinable overnight. People's faces were the big indicators of what was going on. People's faces looked like shit. Men weren't shaving and women weren't doing their hair. Everything and everyone was starting to look slightly greasy. Slightly off-one's-meds and teetering-on-the-edge-of-one's-rocker. And cops. There were cops and soldiers everywhere. They clutched guns and stood in clusters on the corners, waiting, blue and green. Shattered cell phones like smashed candy on the pavement.