At this point in my ventures I was growing more bold. Nothing bad had happened. I eventually decided I didn’t need the safety net of my car and set out on foot. Me, a semi-rich white dude dressed nice, walking around the ghetto at midnight. I started walking through apt complexes listening for chicks. If I heard voices I would respond something like “where the sexy ladies at?” Looking through windows seeing if any women were home. I would even walk right up to obvious drug dealers on corners and ask them “where the pussy at?” They knew chicks, but all wanted pay and I had a strict not more than $20 rule. This tactic never worked.