My detective’s stomping ground is  Downtown LA.  He knows it like the back of his hands.  He grew up in Boyle Heights and, later, his mom moved him to the Westside where they could be close to better schools.

He resents the “revival” of downtown, mainly because he was there before outsiders came and made it congested and gross and polluted.  What bothers him is that all these outsiders come and piss on the street, because they think that’s what the homeless do:  piss on the street.  This is what is expected in downtown LA.  Grit.  Grime.  Gross.

But my main character has been in downtown—worked and lived and loved in downtown—and he knows that it was much cleaner before the hipsters moved in.  The homeless actually knew they had to sleep on the streets.  So, they made sure not to pee as much.  Only outsiders pee on the streets—thinks my narrator.  I think so, too.