We don't get much around here. Sometimes there's a murder in the woods across from the house - a couple of years ago a jogger who was the wife of a mayoral candidate got killed. Found by someone walking their dog (as usual).
Then there are the various grow ops around town. Had one next door one time. Place I'm living in was one once - after it was sold by the triad guy who used to own it (but who's son was found dead in the swimming pool). I like a place with history.
But I really liked living on the Drive quite a lot. That's where the Italians hang out - playing numbers, running guns. That's also where the bikers run the drugs and the girls - the local mob shuns those things - kind of look down on them.
Downtown, skid row is pretty cool. It's not as dangerous as people assume. Watching all the broken people, junkies, toothless scruffs with their canes and walkers and they don't get killed that often - I used to hang out down there. It's colourful - though I have seen old guys getting mugged for their welfare cheques.
But we have more suicides than murders around here. Lot's of break ins and petty stuff mostly, I've had my stuff stolen a few times, seen the neighbours get theirs stolen too. All in all it's not bad - but if you read the papers you'd think the place was running in rivers of blood.
Oh, did I mention I saw a mutilated cat the other day? It's either that or the coyotes have discovered steel blades - it was quite proficiently taken apart.
i have published both my phone number(785 513 0014) and my ssn(005762406) publicly and i'm still not a victim.... people!! we cant be buying the fearmongering in exchange for our basic rights to be left alone when we want... i have met the neighbors... they arent that bad... they want same, same as all of us... live their lives and raise their families...
... when i was younger i lived in vegas... cocaine was king... money everywhere... free love.... desperation filled the gaps... i was a minor still so i missed out on the "good stuff"... we used to ride our bikes to school through this small stretch of desert... the cops would do low and slow flyovers twice a day to make sure the bodies didn't go unnoticed... lol... good times! i went to a 6th grade center when i lived there that had more kids in the school than lived in victoria... talk about a culture shock....
