You were forced to move to a Ghetto and rough neighborhood, you know, the casual drinking, drugs, prostitution, and a bunch of other stuff. You knew the basics, stranger danger. This neighborhood was your new home, so you better get to liking it. You live with your family and your sister, who's always gone at night, 18 year old privilege. The street you lived on had cracks and wear on it, it looked like it wasn't in the best shape. You could hear your mother yell from the house

Mom: "Are you done moving the stuff in the house yet?!"