Cynical, perhaps, but when he read on the Internet about the rumblings down near Wall Street, he decided to join the fray.
"I kept seeing posts that everyone there was upper-middle-class and while their hearts are in the right place, they're trying to represent something they don't know," said Grant, who hitched a ride the two hours to Manhattan on Thursday.
His first day at Zuccotti Park, he seemed baffled by some of the flakier characters around him.
" 'I choose compassion,' " he said, reading a sign near him. "What the heck does that mean?"
He figured he was seeing "my generation's hippies.… At least they're better than hipsters. We don't like them."
The longer Grant spent perusing this poor man's Olympic Village, the more he became intrigued by the variety of grievances and the spirit. At one point, a chorus of protesters called people over, announcing, "The think tank is going to be discussing corporate personhood. Right here, right now."
Grant looked interested. But before he could say anything, a man who said he was from New Hampshire photographed Grant's sign and bellowed at him: "Lame, you're lame.… Stop complaining. Get a job."