*****POSSIBLE TRIGGERS*****LIFE IN THE GHETTO
Angela:

If you're going to live in the ghet-toe, sweetie, you'll have to get a pit bull, wear black lipstick, and learn how to hold your boyfriend's gangsta pants up while he inhales that stuff (smoke...what didja think I meant?)

I live in the REAL ghet-toe. We breathe a sigh of relief if our next door neighbors are only dealers who rearrange their ladies' tattoos bigtime. Eventually they get taken to federal prison and somebody of truly questionable character moves in. If something's on the furniture, they figure it couldn't be too bad, because the last tenants didn't come out feet first (some do). If something's on the wall, the spiders are saving it for later. If some small things run across the floor, these bruisers do what my Creative Writing professor did when he lived in Greenwich Village. They get down on the floor and say, "You can have the rest of the house, if you only stay out of the bedroom." They figure cats are for sissies, so they move out when the roaches and mice both break the agreement.

Seriously, I find there's a lot more freedom in the ghetto than in the gentrified parts of the city. And DOWN with all roommates!
Glad you made the move.