I live in a ghetto.

Last night, some punks stole two tires from Igor's car. In my typical fashion, I actually didn't notice it on my way to the bus this morning. Igor had to miss a meeting because he called the police, etc. Tires! So bizarre.

A few weeks ago, some other punks burned down new playground equipment for a tot lot in our neighborhood (actually, just a few blocks from our house). Playground equipment! What kind of people would destroy playground equipment?

Now, Igor wants us to start thinking of possibly moving to a nicer neighborhood. He's convinced we live in a ghetto, and sadly, I'm starting to think so as well. But the concept of moving...That's just too much I can handle at the moment.