I will keep that in mind. Thank you for your post.
But to be honest, in Los Angeles, it is ALWAYS better to be safe than sorry.
When I first moved to LA, and my company put me up in a $9000 a month furnished suite in the Palazzo at 3rd street and fairfax, till I found digs. A realtor took me around to show me places as far as Valencia, Burbank, Glendale, Santa Monica, Beverly hills, the ONE thing she would ALWAYS consider would the gangs in the area and how close they were.
LA is like a sea of violence, in which there are these extremely expensive little islands of peaceful living.
I have seen, experienced and lived it, and in the last 2 months, these are the only 2 times that I backed away when Manfred spooked.
And its about trust.
I remember, when I was a kid, I wanted to go to a concert, and dad wouldn't let me. I was upset.
I went to the kitchen and got a mug of water. Being a young boy, of course I had a bag of tricks and one of which was this potent laxative that I planned on using on my friends at some time.
I splashed around the water, pretending to mix stuff in it, went up to Dad and mom (who was sitting close to him), and gave him the mug of water and said, "Here drink! I mixed laxatives in it!"
My dad took the water, drank it. Not a word.
My mom was like "
But he said he mixed laxatives in it!"
My dad : "I trust my son."
Needless to say there were no Laxatives in the water.
I learnt that day to encourage by trust. And I trust my young furry son.
Thank you again for sharing your thoughts.