They were running red lights too. On the way back we ll go to Skid Row and barnstorm the crackheads. Dinner could wait. At First Street we hung a right, hopped the river and entered an area he knows better than his own bathroom. This city is lost, bro.
People have no idea how much the gangs control.
On Mission Street he translated graffiti. Not tags, but warnings and zones. In East L.A. graffiti is like a Thomas Guide. Chucky, Bala, Cisco, Bird, Smoker, Lil Bullet. Around the perimeter of Aliso Village housing, he pointed out people signaling to unseen wrongdoers, then vanishing.