I was raised in one of the poorest neighborhoods in town. It was a trailer park. There, drug addicts, alcoholics, and streetwalkers would linger day and night until one day, out of the blue, one of them would vanish and leave an unpaid rent behind. That, though, never bothered the landlord, as the trailer would easily attract another renter. It was a never-ending process that upset me because renters were never offered anything decent. For one, the trailers were unsightly. The mold would invade almost every corner of the decaying homes, and the paint was chipped off pretty badly. Windows were broken and grass was replaced with huge puddles, created by drivers who didn’t respect the yards of others. Another problem was the landlord’s unwillingness to fix the neighborhood up. He refused to kick criminals out and ignored any complaints. The only day he would ever show up was rent day. He would rush out of the
I was raised in one of the poorest neighborhoods in town. It was a trailer park. There, drug addicts, alcoholics, and streetwalkers would linger day and night until one day, out of the blue, one of them would vanish and leave an unpaid rent behind. That, though, never bothered the landlord, as the trailer would easily attract another renter. It was a never-ending process that upset me because renters were never offered anything decent. For one, the trailers were unsightly. The mold would invade almost every corner of the decaying homes, and the paint was chipped off pretty badly. Windows were broken and grass was replaced with huge puddles, created by drivers who didn’t respect the yards of others. Another problem was the landlord’s unwillingness to fix the neighborhood up. He refused to kick criminals out and ignored any complaints. The only day he would ever show up was rent day. He would rush out of the