A Murder In Beverly Hills

 

Welcome to Beverly Hills.  Let’s take a stroll down Rodeo Drive.  It’s one of the most expensive streets in the world with Cartier on the left and Tiffany's on the right and Barney’s front and center on Wilshire.  But sitting in a dirty old wheel chair outside the Cartier building with his little tin cup in hand is an older homeless gentleman.  He’s waiting for a hand out as if it were still The Great Depression.  He’s only one of many desperate and destitute who come to this overpriced outdoor shopping mall catering to the rich, the famous and the insecure. It’s where the most agregious of all rejections take place, but all it takes is for one twisted good semaritan to drop a Franklin your way and then the day is as good as gold.  Sometimes, they’ll even take you home with them, feed you a whole meal, give you a shower and offer you some new clothes.  Then they will inevitably try to convert you, change you, or fuck you.  And if it’s none of these listed above, then they’ve brought you home to kill you.