Most Dangerous City
Not us!
Happily for those of us living in Los Angeles, we are not, repeat, not, the most dangerous city in the United States. Nor even the second or third. My parents, who reside in a cozy cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, were horrified when I decided to come to Los Angeles, land of inner city youth and gang violence. Well, look, ma !
Two of the top three most dangerous cities are in Michigan!
Of course, I have only been here for three and a half years, but so far my only brushes with crime have been a single slashed tire, and the sight of the ubiquitous grafitti that is as much part of the landscape of LA as the palm trees. Well, certain parts of it. Not Weho. Weho teenagers have different agendas. A sixteen year old with a Lexus and a coke habit is too busy to spraypaint.
It’s funny, the things people don’t talk about here. We don’t talk about the weather, because there isn’t any, and we don’t talk about crime, because unless you’re a gang member involved in an active turf war, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of that either.
I suppose there is always the lurking fear that a gang of maurading gays will break into one’s house and redecorate. But over all, this place is Shangri-La as far as I can tell.
Granted, I don’t watch the news. But when I walk around my beautiful new neighborhood, all I see are clean, shiny cars, and well-dressed, liposuctioned ladies walking their little dogs. Even the dogs are dressed better than I am, and I am beginning to suspect that the most frightening, undesirable element in Weho is me!
