ain't such a neighborhood here. Did walks along the seashore parks at night. Couldn't sleep and did not care. The local drugpushers (usually at similar spots) fucking started greeting me (nodding etc.).
I had thought of that. There are mafia-affilied people where I do live or gipsies that are totally crazy. I think I could convince them with money to have me shot. Pratically purchasing my execution. You tipically hear in the news now and then they kill some rival of sort, and they tipically use kalashnikovs so quite lethal.