I used to spend most days at Ashop overlooking the street corner of Moreau and Ontario. This was a typical scene from 2014. If it wasn’t the girls, it was crackheads climbing the nearby rooftops looking for copper wire or some shit. One night while working late, we had to rush to lock the doors of the building when a bunch of do-gooders threw molotov cocktails at police cars in the intersection turning the street into a fireball for a few minutes all in the name of “anti-gentrification.”
It didn’t work.