improving

People tell me I live in a bad neighborhood. One of the ladies I used to work with went so far as to call it a "ghetto". I don't know. It has it's conveniences. Like: I live halfway between a bodega and a crack house. Unfortunately, the whorehouse down the street had to close, you know, recession and all. Also, there are more resident landscapers per mile than the entire United States (or Central America). And during hurricane Irene I never lost power or cable. Someone was murdered on the next block and his house was burned down, but hey, the previous murder was across the street. So I guess the neighborhood's improving.