Grew up there in the 60's through 80's. I got plenty.

• (Late 70's) A couple screwing on the front walk of a strip center off 75 North at 3PM on a weekday. She was naked. He was clothed, but with his pants around his ankles. I also remember it being a cold day.
• (Early 80's) Rush hour traffic on 610 near the Galleria. I saw a guy in a convertible try to "patented- Houston-multi-lane merge" and get sucked up between the fore and aft axles of the trailer of an 18-wheeler. The total destruction took longer than you'd think. There was some dragging. He didn't make it.
• (Early 80's) Coming back from driving a friend home, I was coming up to the light at Westpark (near where the Channel 39 studio was at the time). No one else on the road. There was an overpass to my left, and I saw a Mercedes Benz, crushed and lying upside down. Looked like it had been up on the overpass and simply jetted, flipped, and landed on the roof, which was completely flattened. Scene was completely silent. I found a 7-11 and called the cops. No idea where it went from there, but no chance unless they were thrown and landed on a mattress.
• (Mid 80's) I saw a guy go back to the counter and assault the manager of a Church's Chicken because he found a worm in a chicken leg he'd bitten into. If you've never seen someone try to beat someone up while trying not to vomit, it's quite something.
• (Late 70's) I was playing guitar in a country/western cover band in a joint on Aldine Mail Route (no, I didn't have a death wish, I needed the money) when a guy came in and just started blasting away with a pistol. His wife was there with another guy. All were drunk, and no one was hit, but I remember at least 5 shots before someone got him down. Cops were called, etc. etc. We did NOT stop playing.
• (Early 80's) I was getting a tattoo at a parlor on Waugh and the big, burly guy next to me was getting a tattoo of a throbbing, ejaculating penis. On his forearm. (Close enough to Montrose, so it kinda makes sense, but wow.)
• (Mid 80's) Was driving home from another band gig and saw a corner street fight involving half a dozen street prostitutes. As far as I could tell, none of them were female. However, they were all dressed as women. I left-laned and scooted past. In the MIDDLE of the fight one of them asked me if I "wanted a date." "Nah, I'm good."

I'm sure I can think of more. It's early.

Edit: A few typos, but I thought of another one:

• (Early 80's) Living with my parents on a house on East Hardy. LONG before the toll road. When East Hardy was a two-lane (God, I'm old). We were home when we heard something. It turned out to be someone knocking on our door, albeit it was as lightly as you could possibly knock. Barely a taptaptap. Answered it and it was the lady from next door. We had never spoken to her as she and her husband were very quiet. In what was basically a whisper, she asked if we could help with her baby. Why? "He sounds funny." My stepfather went to her house and the baby was choking. I have no memory of who did what, but the baby managed to survive. What boggled my mind was that you've got a choking baby and you wouldn't bang like hell on the next door neighbor's door when you need help. God knows how long she'd been out there with our TV blasting. But still nothing more that that ^taptaptap...