How lovely. And only yards away from my doorstep.

This is the ghetto I live in.

Such embarrassing trash. Crack deals on corners. Hater's mad-dogging. Broken bottles...cigarette stains...drunken melees...losers everywhere...

Someday I won't have to deal with such low circumstances.

I will live in a home made of fur and glass in a beautiful neighborhood. With weeping willows and birds in the trees.

I will have potted flowers.

I will be safe.