Fun place, I spent my teen years thereabouts. One time me and some buddies were in Bobby's car and got pulled over by the SF Police. They pulled his huge tool chest out of the trunk, and seeing it full of M-80's and other contraband, asked us who it belonged to. Of course Bobby said "I never saw that tool box before, don't know how it got there." The cops snickered "oo-kay", proceeded to dump the contents into the squad car. Then asked Bobby if he needed his tool box back. "Yup.". And they drove off with big smiles. Of course, they were just trying to keep us safe!
Up here in Washington you can get just about anything from the Indians. The do-gooders and safety nazi's have Schitt fits because they can't ban them. I don't miss living in that damned old neighborhood either! =0)