The dorms pissed me off and now I live with my crackhead sister and her daughters. I don't know what happened to her husband, she says he's "on business" but this could mean anything.
So far what I've discovered after scouting the area are the usual things:
-"Beware of Dog" signs in front of houses where dogs get high and drink beer and sleep
-At least 10 crackheads who hit on me
-A pile of dead dogs in the back of a truck (????)
-A cockroach the size of Wyoming
-A guy who passed by me and informed me that he was a rapist of some sorts
-Numerous L.A. rappers Ally smokes out when they come
-Creepy guys with huge white eyes out at night
-SS-style guards everywhere
-Four overdoses
-Drunk babies
She told me nothing ever happened here, already it feels like Disneyland, if Disneyland were full of serial killers, kiddy fiddlers, a prostitute on every corner, the air filled with the sound of gunshots and hip-hop music.
Also, Ally is charging drifters and crackheads to stay the night here and one of these days one of them is going to call me a bitch and tell me he was going to cut me.
