The Mighty Woodward and The infamous Cass
[QUOTE=Hoestroll; 1426984][B]The Mighty Woodward and The infamous Cass[/B]
Woodward had always been my main shopping district but East Jefferson between Conners and Alter Road. Was good as was East Mack which was the legendary stroll from all those old Blues records and 60s pimp novels. Then there's the Cass Corridor![/QUOTE]Wow! Incredible stories! I too have some adventures on the mighty Woodward and the infamous Cass. I don't go back as far as you but I do remember Cass in the 90's. I think I scored my first in one of those Hotells you spoke about. The one on the corner, well, was on the corner of Cass and 75. I remember she was standing on the corner, told me to park and in we went. Good times.
I also strolled East Mack for about a couple years in the mid-90's but by then I bet it had fallen off of it's glory days. I would stroll between there and Chene all the way into mid 2005 for what was usually a pretty good BBBJTCIM session. I go back on Mack every now and then just to see what's going on.
Then there's the mighty Woodward. I'd have to say this is where I cut my teeth back in the day. I had a few regulars that I would routinely see and every now and then would run into a non-pro just looking for some extra money. Those were some of the best dates. I also had a couple incidents where I was pick pocketted by a skilled artisan as you say. One was successful and the other incident the SW almost got away with it. This was before I learned I had to ho-proof my car before seeking therapy as well as separating my holoot from my other loot. The first incident involved a BSW named Star and she was able to separate me from my car note loot. Never ran into her or saw her again. The other incedent involved a similar incident you had with the bright blonde but instead of scramming she put my wallet right outside the door on the ground. As luck would have it, it rolled off the curb and underneath the car. She opens the door as if to spit after completion so I think nothing of it. After getting dressed I feel my pockets and no wallet. She notices that I now know that my wallet is missing, opens the door and gets out. I get out after her demanding my wallet back. At this point her 'protector' starts coming down the street. As our voices start to escalate he walks by and tells us to keep it down. After getting nowhere I decide to go back to my car and chalk this one up as a loss. As I drive away, I feel my rear tire roll over something and I immediately get out to see what it is. It's my wallet! I quickly pick it up, look at the SW and her 'manager' and flip them both off. I get back in the car and realize just how lucky I was. Wow. The memories!