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]]>I live in a similar neighborhood, a near-city mix of inexpensive condominiums and Section 8 apartments. It’s unusual NOT to see the Police helicopters circling overhead on Saturday nights, and any 3 day weekend brings out the squad cars to settle drunken domestic fights between people like Mr. and Mrs. Derp. Last summer I had to confront a young man who was in the street beating on his (supposed) girlfriend because she had stolen his bicycle and was attempting to ride away on it. How he caught up with her on foot I don’t know, but perhaps alcohol and meth gave him extra running speed.
I’ve come to believe that people like these create drama and conflict because they have so little else in their lives. If they work at all, they work shitty, menial jobs where The Man bosses them around all day. They can’t afford exciting vacations, flashy new cars, shiny bling to show off, or any of the other things Americans are taught will bring them excitement and fulfillment. They work, they drink, they fuck (because that’s free entertainment) and they fight. “Living just enough for the city.” Sad.
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