Ah! Brittany Place. What memories. A black 5-year-old boy standing on his balcony shouting down to me as I walked off to school at the University of Maryland: "F-ck all you whities!! I hope you whities all die! I'm gonna break whities neck!" The police showing up at all hours of the night breaking up domestic disputes. Why watch "Cops" on TV when you had a live performance outside your window every night' The crack dealing neighbors. Funny thing is, it was the drug dealers who seemed to have the most respect to their neighbors. Oh, and the fat, greasy slobs posing as mechanics. The only thing they were good at was stealing your lose change lying around the apartment, and a few nice-looking objects. And that time I came home from school to find the men fixing my balcony door eating my left-over pizza. Now that was classy!

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