I am writing in response to the article written by Duke Helfand, titled "Sunset Strip Clubs Tune In to Neighbors" (Times, April 14).
I have been living on north Clark Street, just above Sunset Boulevard, for the past 11 years. Generally, it is a convenient place to live, close to good shopping, wonderful restaurants and the various activities which West Hollywood offers. In fact, I would say that during the week it an almost ideal place.
But on the weekends north Clark Street becomes a living hell for its residents. The noise of kids screaming, cars gunning their engines, music blaring rises to such an intolerable pitch that even earphones cannot drown it out. Also, there are enormous quantities of garbage; beer bottles lying in the street, on the sidewalk, in the foliage and in our carports. One morning as I was going to brunch with my upstairs neighbor we noticed that her car radio antenna had been broken off and that pieces of it were lying on the ground. The police informed us that someone had probably tried to use it as a crack pipe.
Last Saturday night I heard a strange sound outside my front door. When I opened it to investigate, I saw a well-dressed young girl of 17 or 18 squatting and urinating on the ground. It was disgusting and shocking. It was the proverbial straw. I called the police who informed me that they had too many other priorities to come and shoo away the kids.