I don't live there. Didn't grow up there. But I work there. A lot of my clients breathe the city streets. They aren't all bad people, but they raise their kids next to drug addicts, prostitutes and petty thieves. It's its own little world. People watch out for the kids, and they may know that the guy down the street sells drugs, but they mind their own business and stay cool with him. There are all kinds of disabled folks walking the streets muttering to themselves. Most of the disabled folks have more of a life than you would imagine. They may smell, weigh 400 lbs, and have the brains of a mouse, but they have girlfriends or boyfriends, and kids, and they all have people they hang with and their own little worlds. It's the bottom, so it ain't the top, but the top has its own issues anyway, and it's hard to say who has it better in the end: the dude who goes from job to job and girlfriend to girlfriend, who always has a problem with his apartment or something, or the dude living in the nice house with the high pressure life, the pressures on himself and his family - trying to make sure his kids get in the top 10%, working the long pressured hours, worrying about the demands being made by the higher ups, and the need to conform and be accepted.