Since the last post, we’ve had a bonus increase in hookerosity here in Hi-Fi. On Saturday, we came home relatively early (around 9:30, maybe 10) and interrupted a man having sex with a hooker in his car directly in front of our house. Mind you, right next to us are two relatively abandoned, unlit stretches of street. This guy was parked directly in front of our house, under our porch light. Tonight, a friend came over to visit and when he parked his car a hooker walked up and tried to open his passenger door. It wasn’t even dark out yet. The last time we called about prostitution in progress, the couple split before The Man made it here. Thinking I’d save them the bother, I called back to let them know and was told that there was already an officer on the scene. “Ah, too bad,” I thought, “they just missed them. It’s nice to finally get a prompt response!” Except, there was no officer on the scene. 15 minutes later a cruiser pulled through. “On the scene” indeed.
On the drug dealing front, I called last Sunday about somebody waiting for a dealer and was told that the LAPD was on some kind of alert and wasn’t currently responding to “this type of call.” If I wanted, I was told, I could wait an hour and call back to see if they were willing to respond then. Think about that. There are periods of time when certain types of crime go purposefully unresponded to by the LAPD. Too bad I’m no longer trafficking in things not so legal, because I can think of all kinds of useful ways to use that information. I wonder if anyone else can? Drug dealers are much, much smarter people than most folks give them credit for.
And that Senior Lead Officer that everyone keeps telling me to call? I left him a message, but never heard back. I’ll call him again, but it sure would feel nice to think that somebody else gave a shit. When I have more time, I’ll share the story about the LAPD officer that not only didn’t help my friend dealing with an assualt victim on Santa Monica last week, but actually got on his loud speaker and made a disparaging remark before driving away. It didn’t happen in Hi-Fi, but it’s like the icing on the cake.