Hipster On Hipster Crime Is So Uncool
Yesterday I went to a breakfast meeting in Silverlake, which is like the Brooklyn of Los Angeles. When I returned to my car, that I’d parked on a busy side street, I discovered that someone had stolen the lens of one of my headlights and a piece of molding off my twenty year-old Volvo.
When I lived in Silverlake and my car was new, this kind of white collar auto theft used to happen to me all the time. This is probably why only one piece of molding was stolen: all the rest of my molding had been previously ripped-off and their replacements screwed onto my car with deck screws. What’s extra infuriating is that this kind of crime is perpetrated not by middle school gangsters, anxious to prove their hardcoreness, nor members of some organized, Tijuana-based, car-theft ring, but by the white, upper-middle class denizens who live in Silverlake. Someone who can afford to live in Silverlake, can also afford to buy the $60 piece of used molding for their own aged Volvo, instead of stealing it off someone else.
Seriously, this does not happen in the Barrio where I currently live. WTF Silverlake?