So, no shit, I grew up around the corner from the Golden State Killer in Citrus Heights. We had a creek run through the neighborhood and there were always dead, skinned animals in it. We found a big pot grow in the sticker bushes, and an abandon house on the corner had a satanic shrine with dead animals in it. Guy next door stock piled ammo and would just throw it out in garbage so we all had various calibers including shotgun shells in our back pockets. A lady neighbor got arrested for running a guy over while hammered. Another lady down the street breast fed her kids until 5. There’s more but it’s even darker believe it or not. There was some crazy shit going on in the Sacramento area back then, that’s for sure. I’m amazed my day long adventures in the neighborhood ended with me alive now.