I've traveled an abundant amount in the past year. These aren't the most glamorous of places, mind you. We're talking Peoria, Wichita, Sacramento...not the greatest achievements of metropolitan civilization. One thing I'm noticing is I'm slowly checking off places from the Top 25 most dangerous cities list: Trenton, NJ (#14), Richmond, VA (#15), Baltimore (#12), Atlanta (#17), DC (#19), and Orlando (#25).
I actually started writing this post a couple months ago, but I really had nothing to say beyond: 1) I've been to a 'dangerous' city or three, and 2) I can see how said city would appear on said list (albeit, with a bit of hesitation on #25). That said, I've always seen myself as an outsider looking in when experiencing 'urban' America.
Last week, my sheltered living took a wrong turn, as I found glass shards all over my car's front seats and console, glass that formerly assembled what used to be called my passenger-side window. So now I'm missing two worthless items and I've been driving a rented Taurus for the last couple of days. What's more, this occurred in the confines of my apartment building's underground garage, which sounds fishy, until you look at the garage's charming security breaches - lack of cameras, busted door lock, no real presence of guards (none whatsoever really).
That's pretty much all I have to say about that incident, as getting your car broken into happens to a lot of people. It's a fact of city living, as now I have realized. I've lasted 8 months downtown now, another 6 more to go.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
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