I was at my mom’s house the other day, getting my hair done for…, well, instead of money, pyschological and physical trauma. As I drove toward her place, I saw an entire avenue block cordoned off with police tape. JAYSUS. I thought. AGAIN??? Ever since the old man who owned the fat people dress shop was murdered, I feel like there’s a shooting near her place every month or so. Of course, when I got upstairs, turned on the news, I saw that, indeed, four people had been shot a block away. “Shooting in Prospect Lefferts Gardens” the segment alerted.
Huh. Well, I guess that new name stuck. Well played, real estate agents, well played.
The next day, and article about the shooting appeared in the paper:
Several people pointed out that in New York City, the difference between a treacherous and a tranquil neighborhood can be a matter of a block or two, and that Sunday’s shooting of three people occurred on Lenox Road, one block south of the neighborhood’s traditional southern boundary. Referring to one of the signature blocks, Bill Sheppard, a senior vice president for the real estate firm Brown Harris Stevens who lives in the neighborhood, said, “If this were happening on Maple Street, that would raise a few eyebrows, but it’s just outside.”
See, and this is why they should never give me any money or power ever… cause the basement of THAT dude’s house would be taken by eminent domain and turned into a homeless shelter for recovering male meth addicts.
*Just* his basement.