The West Hollywood police have run out of shits to give. I've known this for a while but sometimes I kinda forget and am reminded when I am forced to deal with them. I try not to because I know that they don't care about what you do as long as you don't park where you shouldn't be or speed. Otherwise this city is a goddamn wild zone. You can cross wherever you please, whip out knives, rob people and get away with it.
Recently I called because a few days ago there was this guy in the parking lot screaming at the top of his lungs about nothing. Was he sick? Crazy? Disturbed? High? I don't care. He was a short Black guy with a three foot blond wig and a baseball cap and a lot of garbage. After about two hours of this the police rolled up. Three cars. He didn't stop acting crazy. Most times when the cops show up people tend to tone down their levels of lunacy. Not this guy. He had a fewer less fucks to give than the police of West Hollywood.