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Originally Posted by SCUDSBROTHER
Other than the smog, and the fairly mediocre (to bad) cuisine, you had it pretty good out there. Better than me. You lived up high in the hills, and ya daddy was a dentist. I lived a block away from the freeway, and Richard Ramirez had an addiction for cutting people up a block or 2 from an on-ramp. Plus, you probably had central air that Summer of '85. We didn't get it until '87. That Summer just wouldn't end. OMG!! Each week he was scalping 2 more people. It was so damn hot, too. People had to choose between sleeping bad in still 90 degree night heat, or opening windows. I remember people (who didn't even have dogs) were putting up beware-of-dog signs. He was a monster. They passed out those fliers with sketches, and they were nowhere close to what he turned out to look like. Shows you how fkd up the survivors were. They never even knew he was Latin until the end. That was no fun. A guy slicing people up, and the cops were totally lost (everyone knew it, too.) We knew they weren't close to getting him. He hit where? Diamond Bar, Monrovia, Temple city, and Monterey park/Alhambra? Draw that on the map, and we were in the center. We looked pretty due to be hit. That period was the worst thing about growing up out there. They called him the Night Stalker, and he was totally in love with the Devil. Everybody knew that much. He was carving pentagrams on anybody he could get a knife on. He did some unspeakable stuff that they didn't want to talk about. I guess he was probably gouging their eyes out. One Sick mthafkr.
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The food actually got pretty good. Boca Del Rio for the best tacos anywhere, and there is a Japanese restaurant in Covina that got a 28 in Zagats, which made it the 2nd highest rated restaurant in all of California. The guy who owns it used to be the cook for Matsuhisu, or however you spell his name.
People worried too much about Ramirez. The odds of him hitting any one house were almost nil.
I was more worried about the people I knew, as you must know.
One guy I used to go fishing with in all those rock quarries along 605 got knifed in Industry buying crack. What a stupid way to go.