Sometimes I have visions of vultures feeding off of carcasses. I think there is a class of people here who have "made it," the elite, the few, the proud, the white, the men, the lawyers, the judges, the DAs, that feeds on those who have to "break the law" to survive. This city continues to slowly rot, people have to break the law to survive, and those who run this joint are somehow totally incapable of recognizing that people have to break the law to survive. I hear it over and over and over and over. No one wants to do it. In that sense, I suppose those who call the shots could also be characterized as vampires, but I like vampires. Vampires are often portrayed as having a dignified air about them and you gotta feel sorry for someone who can't die and is really in constant pain about not being able to do so. I like vultures too. At least more than the people I'm talking about. But I gotta characterize these people as some kind of animal and for now, the vulture it is. Sorry vultures, just making a point.

Probably time for some lyrics. Looking for a song by The Modulations called "Rough Out Here," but I can't find them for the whole song. Its from like 1975.

People out of work (Can`t get a dime) Still they wonder why (That there is so much crime).