When I was 16, I got a job driving a cab at night. Anytime you got a call east of 50th Avenue, you knew you'd inevitably end up having to pass through Mount Tabor. You would look out the window and see the depravity going on all around. I won't lie, it weighed on you. But at the same time, it was hard to look away. Sometimes I'd drive through Mount Tabor even when I didn't have a passenger. It might be raining, but I knew it wasn't enough. If ever there was to be a change, we needed a real rain to come and wash all the scum off the streets.