>> Sunday, May 15, 2011
I live in California at the border of Walnut Creek and Pleasant Hill. I love this area. The weather is gorgeous, the running paths are gorgeous, and the people are as pleasant and as laid-back as could be wished.
In Pleasant Hill, there's a small shop called My Divine Skin. I always assumed it was a beautician's office, but it's actually a massage parlor. And by night, it's a police-run brothel.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg. According to the article, the local police have been involved in bribery, distribution of stolen drugs, and setting up phony DUI arrests.
My beloved city is a hotbed of vice and corruption! I'm shocked beyond my ability to express myself.
What fascinates me is that I was at the Contra Costa courthouse recently as a potential juror. The judge turned us all away because his cases had settled, but this would have been an incredible case to sit in on.
The more I read about this, the more certain I am that there's a novel in here somewhere. There has to be...