How I know I live in the ghetto:
1) Yesterday when I got home, there was a 10 yr old girl outside wearing a collared shirt, jeans, and teal colored high heeled boots. I mean, like bright teal plastic boots with a four inch heel....
2) On any given day at any given hour, there is at least 1 person outside....just watching....and no, we don't have neighborhood watch!
3) I walked out my door one day, at like 2 in the afternoon, and AAA and a few neighbors are outside standing in a circle, drinking with the old black guy who lives across from us
4) I've only met a few of the neighbors, but 2/3 are either fresh out of jail, on probation, or have a court date set to go back to jail. The other 1/3 don't venture out of their apartment.
5) All of these said neighbors know what a "spread" is and have their own way of making one.
6) Friday night is like a fucking block party! Everyone is outside hanging out, sharing drugs/alcohol/communicable diseases and whatnot.
One thing I love about the ghetto: er'body knows how to mind they bitness!
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