I will not name the city or street. If the place described seems familiar, then heed my warning, or share my fate.

Although I have lived here for several years, it was only three weeks ago that I found myself on X Street for the first time. It is a dark-looking street, even by day, threading its way between and beneath more traveled thoroughfares, barely wide enough for the two lanes of traffic its painted surface advertises. It is a path only the locals know to take, and this only when speed...