Wednesday, December 28, 2005
If I Tell You, I'm Supposed To Kill You, But I Probably Won't
"With just a few days left in the year, the city's murder rate is on pace to be the lowest since the early 1960s when the NYPD first began reliably recording homicide data."
In 1963, when they started keeping track, the number was 548. Right now we're around 528. I don't know if that's counting the mofo who stepped on my red suede New Balance yesterday without saying sorry. He probably regrets that move, now that in addition to no longer being alive, he might not even be a statistic.
But seriously folks. 528 homicides in a city of eight million people? One that had a three-day transit strike? That's impressive. There's probably at least a million people a day doing things that warrant them being brutally murdered. Or at least first-degree manslaughtered .
With all this wiggle room, I'd advise an enhanced level of courtesy when dealing with your fellow NYers. Some of us might start taking advantage of this homicide credit.