I was going to write a detailed story about how one lovely afternoon last week some vagrant holding a bud light tall boy yanked the gas nozzle out of my hand while simultaneously shouting something unintelligible at me as I was about to fill up my car… a car that both of my small children were in at the time… and how I had to dart into my car and call the police as this dreg of humanity made his way back to The Travellers Inn… and blah blah blah.
But this is such typical Vallejo bullshit, that I don’t even find it interesting nor can I muster up the wit and energy to write a post about it.
So instead, I’ll share with you my new pet name for Vallejo: Vallehell. Perfect, right? Feel free to adopt this name and use it liberally yourself. With a link back to my blog of course.
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Found your blog while searching for the noise ordinance, Thanks that was very helpful, and a hell of a lot easier than trying to navigate Vallejo’s municipal code, but born here in 1960 as a 3rd generation Vallejo native, its Vallejo where the sewer meets the bay, get it right,
The place has always been a shit hole, its an old Navy town, this place had more whore houses and bars back in the day than it had grocery stores and gas stations, it is what it is, crazy homeless guy would have confronted me I would have beat him into a greasy red puddle, you on the other hand should have just pepper sprayed him.