Apparently 7:40 PM on a Sunday is no time to be walking through one of Buffalo’s best-lit, most well-appointed and most frequently traveled areas. Good to know.
So, Greg gets robbed. Jess sees skeevy dude of the day. There’s some hoodie-sweatshirted sexual offender running around Chapin. My brother gets robbed. Greg finds one of his windows has been tampered with. Dave gets robbed.
I’ve been banging the “live in the city, it’s awesome” drum for a long time. Now my neighborhood has apparently become a hot-bed of violent crime and burglary. I must confess to feeling more than a little frustrated. Much of the reason I have spent so much of my life behind a desk is to be able to afford a place in a safe neighborhood. This time seems to have been wasted.