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I realize very quickly that, today, you cant drive east on Slauson.
There are at least two murals.
You see Nipsey shirts everywhere but nobody is selling them.
You get used to seeing him depicted as an angel.
None of the crowd estimates will be correct.
Everyone gets the gravity.
Folks drive neatly-painted lowriders on the far side of the street to polite cheers.
I ask one of my old coworkers, whos staffing the funeral at Staples, what its like inside.
He responds using every available animal emoji, adding only, a zoo !
The memorial is supposed to be over by noon, but naturally thats not even close to what happens.
Around 1:30, the sound of a drumline cracks overhead.
Count Up That Loot plays at deafening volume all of a sudden.
The men around us laugh.
Its nice to hear Nipsey be he for a little longer.
