"Top dishonors went to Airline Drive and North Main from the Loop up to E. 40th Street. I say "something of a surprise" as I know first-hand how bad that neighborhood can be. On David Beebe's and my Sole of Houston slog through there last December, things were decidedly dicey. A teen-aged prostitute begged to used my cellphone one minute, and the next, a man too drunk to speak in complete sentences attempted to sell us crack, and then wanted to fight us when we refused to buy it. "
And that's precisely why I hang out neither on E. 40th Street nor with John Nova Lomax. Read the rest of the article here. Sadly, there are no more tales of near fist fights with drug dealers.