Well, I'm told you can only get a decent hot dog in Fenway Park.
As for the other things, well, my friend, it seems the police are the same everywhere. Many of them (I want to believe here anyway) do care and have the best of intentions, but they're bogged down by the frigging bureaucracy, and I've heard stories about the Russian variety. It's legendary.
This doesn't mean, I think, that the bastard (good use of the language, my friend!
) will continue to "walk between the raindrops," but it will take longer than it should. Trust me when I say this, paybacks are an eternal bitch, and imagine the look on his face whe the ax finally does fall.
Or imagine the fear in him when he sees you and KNOWS you're gunning for him. Russian badass indeed!
On a personal (here?!) note, I'm sorry I haven't been more responsive to your e-mails lately. But I'm here when you need me, and I'll be back to normal (riiight! Stable, at least!) soon.
I love you my brother.
Peace and love,