But suppose I’m wrong. Suppose Sonitrol isn’t responsible for the EXISTENCE of my problem. Then: since Sonitrol is doing security for Kingsley Properties, they should be responsible for FIXING my security problem.
The Pied Piper Effect
My relations with IPD and with police and government agencies as a class haven’t been as friendly as I’d like in the past twenty years or so. That's been true even though I’ve never been directly accused of anything more than misdemeanors (public intoxication and disorderly conduct), and those were years ago.
The movie Doctor Detroit, though (for which, as has been mentioned, I provided the basis) portrayed another possible aspect of my situation which was afterward confirmed by some of my personal experiences.
That aspect may help to explain the slightly frosty nature of my relations with officialdom.
The whole idea of Doctor Detroit was that a minor criminal was trying to make an innocent person take the blame for the things that the criminal had done. The innocent person, was “Doctor Detroit,” the character based on me, with some alterations. In the movie he was a slightly goofy college professor who lived in Chicago.
During the period of WKRP in Cincinnati and Doctor Detroit (1978-1985), I, in fact, spent a good deal of time in Chicago and was able to make myself noticed. Looking back, it seems there were, indeed, people there who were trying to cast me in an unfavorable light. And it seems some of them were indeed criminals.
And, perhaps partly for that reason, the overall Chicago scene of that period proved too much for me to handle. I found Indianapolis, where I’d grown up, more comfortable. So in 1983 I returned to Indianapolis, and didn’t visit Chicago again–even once–between 1983 and 2007. However the criminal worlds of Chicago and Indianapolis aren’t entirely separate and some of that Doctor Detroit levity that I’d tried to get away from followed me from Chicago to Indianapolis.
In the ‘90s a store called Wild Thing Imports opened on East Washington St. in Indianapolis, just a few blocks east of the Indianapolis Fraternal Order of Police. That was also not very far from where I was living at the time. The business model for the new store was something like this: "Our proud mission is to be a hang-out for those involved in the drug culture."
--But the store itself wasn’t to actually sell drugs to the public and was thus to remain legal.
That is, I don’t imagine that drugs were openly sold in the front room of that store. I have to use my imagination some, because I never actually entered the place.
But “unusual” pipes for smoking were advertised openly, along with such things as black lights and beepers. In that era, beepers were considered useful both for doctors and for drug dealers The rear of the building was decorated, intentionally, with graffiti and anarchist graffiti-style cartoons.
It was one-stop shopping for the young pagan consumer.
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