I was up all night listing 30 things on Ebay, and I'd called the cops as usual, who got around to this place around 4AM but it was still glorious. Seeing ho's running with their skirt flying up, pimps 'n' johns making the run for it, hilarious!
I did discover that classical music tends to make 'em make less noise, though, and if I'm able to last out my final year and a few months here, I might invest in a "work site" radio to lay on the classical, put it in the warehouse by the roll-up door.
The cops of course have to take care of more dire things before rousting the local whore house, but they *did* come around. People diss the San Jose cops but so far I like 'em pretty well.
I think I'm voting for Steyer for governor, since Do-Nothing Mahan is apparently just going nowhere, Becerra is funded by PG&E, Porter is out, and Steyer although a billionaire, is at least self-funding and shows the best promise of being able to do things. Maybe he'll have some practical solutions.
Hell I might even be able to write to Steyer and tell him some of my practical solutions. Like the idea of taking the huge halfway finished development south of this city and turning it into what I call a Happy Fun Camp, call it a place to stash the druggies and keep 'em in drugs, a vast mental asylum, whatever. The thing is, the average street ghoul just wants its drugs, and if they have a place to go with free junk food and free drugs with a doctor in the loop somewhere, their own little "tiny house" or room at least, ping-pong and laundry services and classes to finish their GED etc., a place they'd be free to leave but being druggies, will never want to, would get 'em off the street. They'd no longer be in our hair and we'd no longer be in theirs.
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