So we decided to sit on our own stoop and see what really goes down, on the street level.
In front of 2xx, two of the four normal offenders were loitering and massing back and forth a marijuana cigarette, while a neighbor - the one who continually sexually harasses any woman who walks by - stopped to chat and puff and a third, equipped with his rottweiner, also joined the festivities.
Meanwhile, the usual hanging out at 2xx and cars coming by and stopping, then peeling rubber. A deal?
No police presence, at all.
