MUST READ!!! KANSAS CITY BLOGGER VISIT TO NEWLY OPENED BROADWAY JAZZ CLUB ENDS AT GUNPOINT!!!
Tonight we're featuring another story about why we can't have anything nice in Kansas City, Missouri.
THE KCJAZZLARK BLOG REVEALS THE FRIGHTENING DEETS OF A GUNPOINT ROBBERY RIGHT AFTER LEAVING THE BROADWAY JAZZ CLUB!!!
Things to remember about The Broadway Jazz Club and this topic in particular . . .
- We've already noted that there's a Kansas City Jazz Club glut and it looks like public safety puts this place out of tune with the race to keep up with so many other local places offering similar fare.
- The Broadway Corridor in Kansas City isn't for playing around and hosts a few successful club but still isn't a spot for anybody who isn't accustomed to keeping their head on a swivel in order to stay away from trouble.
- This is just one well-crafted story from an exceptionally violent weekend that reveals Kansas City doesn't have its crime problem under control.
Now here's an excerpt from the harrowing first-person account:
KCJazzLark: On My Fifth Visit to the Broadway Jazz Club
I stepped into the lot. I took my iPhone out of my pocket. On the way home, I’d listen to NPR stories I’d missed earlier in the day, I thought.
I opened my car door.
Suddenly, from across 36th street, a youth, probably in his mid teens, yelled unintelligibly at me and ran towards my car.
"I tried to get in and shut the door quickly. If I could just lock the door and start the car, I’d escape him. But the camera pack made sitting in the seat slow and awkward. I slumped in and yanked the car door shut, but the youth was there and pulled the handle from the outside. He was stronger and faster. He opened the door before I could lock it.
“Give me that phone!” he yelled. I didn’t. It was in the hand away from the door. Instinctively, I clasped it tighter.
“Give me the phone!”
Another youth, similar age, ran up from the back of the lot, from Central Street. He stopped at the open car door and looked at me, eyes all open and crazed. He pulled from his pocket what looked like a small gun. He pointed it at my leg, then at my groin, then at my leg.
“Get out!” he demanded . . .
Read the KC Blogger post in its entirety to find out how it ended.
This post probably dooms the hopes and dreams of the Broadway Jazz Club and reveals that until local politicos deal with pressing priorities like rampant violent crime, they're really out of tune with most of the resident of Kansas City.
Developing . . .