The legendary Skid Row may soon lose the demographic that made it famous, as police have started cracking down on vagrancy, loitering and all manner of vague infractions in that area of Los Angeles.
Homeless advocates are, of course, up in arms over a new sidewalk sleeping ban there.
Personally, I'm just astounded to find out Skid Row is a real place. I had always attributed the phrase to "father folklore." You know, things your father said when he was upset that your room was messy.
According to Dadspeak, depending on the day, your room could resemble "Skid Row," "a flophouse" or "a pigsty."
Just what the hell are those things? I don't think anyone who was born in the second half of the 20th century and/or raised in a suburban setting really knows.
No matter how many times some of us may have heard those expressions, they never had any tangible meaning to us. Mainly because they were extremely ridiculous exaggerations.
As for the real Skid Row, the now-criminal homeless of the area will just find someplace else to go. You can tell someone to "Beat it," but they don't just disappear; they set up box in another part of town. You know, like the Flophouse Quarter, or the Pigsty District.
Perhaps the police can threaten to ground for two weeks anyone caught violating the new ordinance? I'm not messing around, mister.