My Beautiful Neighborhood
How messed up was your street growing up?
After reading a post from the wonderful Victoria Gregg about a vile excuse for a human being who lived in her building. It got me thinking about the street I grew up in; I know all streets have their seedy little secrets. But my street seemed seedier than most, I dunno; maybe it’s just hindsight that makes it seem worse. Or maybe it’s because I had the unofficial town crier…