Around 11pm this past Saturday evening on the 4800 block of Warrington Ave, a friend and i were targets of an attempted robbery. No one was injured, and nothing was taken; we're fine.
I'm still mad, though. The other night, i was yelling as loudly and as foully as i know how in the middle of a quiet residential street. No extra lights came on. No one opened a door or a window to see what the fuss was about. As far as i can tell, no one called 911 to report the fight in the street. The aggressor finally ran off as a car turned onto the street. I walked up to that car, waving my arms and gesturing for the driver to stop. The tires rolled by inches from my boots. The car barely slowed down. The driver didn't even turn to look at me. Maybe if it had, the police could have been out fast enough to catch the stupid jerk. By the time we reached a safe house and made the call, the would-be robber had also found a safe place. That person is still out there (i'm not posting a description because it matches how many thousand people in this city and won't help you any more than it did Southwest Detectives) looking for the next mark. That person is still out there because someone refused to even look at a couple of scared kids in the street, because a whole block full of people didn't go see what was happening. I know you all have plenty of kvetching to do about free range doggies and local real estate & Realtors (tm) and little green men and McPenntrification-Friends of Clark Park-Illuminati conspiracy theories, so i'll let you carry on. Just keep an eye on the real world, too. --------------------------------- Access over 1 million songs - Yahoo! Music Unlimited.
