I think the crime thing is mostly an old wive's tale…. All east van has is the shopping cart pushers, who are pretty harmless for the most part. .
You are one of our local crack smokers, no?
I have here in my hand a flyer deposited in my mail slot this past wk from the Grandview-Woodland Community Policing Centre ( [HTML_REMOVED] note Canadian spelling) stating "Received Reports of Suspicious Activety"….."unusual increase in Residential Break-and-Enters"…."the Hot Spot"….etc. etc.
This is the 3rd or 4th one of these we've received in the 17years we've lived in the 3rd and Vic area.
I can regal you with numerous stories of how some creep calmly smashed the window out on the back door of the home next to us and entered while the neighbour lady was screaming at him she was calling the police…the woman up the street who left her front door open in the middle of the afternoon to go into the backyard and caught some guy walking out her front with and armload of goods when she returned…my neighbours Civic was stolen three (3) fucking times before he finally wised up and put a club on it.
Years ago some cocksucker stole $1000.00+ worth of my sailing kit outta' the trunk of my car and last summer it received $1000.00 worth of damage to the steering gear from some fuck attempting to steal it.
Maybe it was that guy a couple weeks prior I observed slowly walking down the ally from Lakewood to Vict. Dr. taking time to case the backyard of each and every property as he went.
This place is crime fucking central homey. In case you hadn't noticed, our postal code, which stats Canada uses to delineate relative wealth, encompasses the poorest demographic in all of Canada.
We live, if not precisely in, then adjacent to the worst ghetto in all of Canada.
The army of heroin/crack/meth addicted ghouls from which march forth each and every night canvas us constantly in search of those who've left their guard down.
These filth are only a 10min (free) bus ride from going to "work".
You live in this neighbourhood you better have your shit be buttoned up tight before you lay your head to rest.
Freedom of contract. We sell them guns that kill them; they sell us drugs that kill us.