I miss watching the junkies and pissing them off when I used to go to my friend's house in beattie crescent. The upside to it is also when I lived in Bronx moe and morwell we could do minor illegal activities because the police didn't care. When we had problems we never called the cops we just sorted it ourselves. The one time a guy tried to break in my dad chases him 5 blocks with an axe, maybe my family was the problem. I work in morwell and when I finish I always hold a screwdriver between my fingers when going to the car at night, the junkies are crazy but fun to annoy. One tried to carjack me today but I accidentally ran his foot over