The Block
Just finishing up a pharmaceutical conference down in Baltimore today, before heading home to the palatial VM estates.
I went to a hospitality event at the Maryland Art Place last night, which was fun. Problem was, the directions to the event just consisted of a map, not a “stick to Pratt St. and then turn left” set of directions. So I made an early left, so as to get to Baltimore Ave. and reach the site pretty quickly.
Unfortunately, I had no idea that this would put me on The Block, which is populated entirely of porno joints and strip clubs, and is situated one block over from the police station. The locals were pretty friendly, inviting me into all of their establishments, but I declined their hospitality, even at the offer of “6 to 8 pretty girls”. And then I passed a police officer handcuffing a gentleman on the street corner, shouting, “I have it on tape! Don’t LIE to me AGAIN!”
And I thought, “Maybe there’s a reason they set those crime shows in Baltimore . . .”