I was heading to jujitsu with Ten, Eight, and Six (their ages, not their actual names, but it’s so much easier this way) — maybe reffing an argument or singing along to Magic 107.7, which, by the way, is amazing lately (Uncle Kracker and Madonna in one place? Don’t mind if I do!) — when we saw a gentleman on the corner of Princeton and Orange waving a big sign over his head. It said, “F*** Trump.” Only his wasn’t censored. He dropped the big one.