Last night I took the kids for a short walk and brought along my camera just for you folks!

This is where we live. We’re the fifth house back. All the houses before us are now vacant. Hey, more parking for us when we party! Our front door faces these peoples bedroom in those apartments. They don’t like us when we party. Seriously.

People, here, party in their front yards. This house is occupied by Mexican’s and they are ALWAYS partying in the front yard!

Our residential streets have speed bumps. That’s probably so you don’t run over the drug dealers or taggers as you’re trying to get the fuck home before dark!

I took this picture just for DraMa! Who puts plastic deer in the front yard of an apartment building? DER!

This is what we call Dead Body Park. Last October a nude, unidentified, white woman’s dead body was dumped behind those bushes on a Saturday night. Nothing was in the paper or on the news about it. If it hadn’t been for me seeing the Coroner’s van there we wouldn’t have even known about it at all!

We even have our own raunchy trailer parks! I think this one is filled with…can you guess? Yup. Mexican’s!

We’ve got auto shops ALL OVER the place! On this street there were three of them! Two were right across the street from each other!

And just like our auto repair places, we’ve got Carniceria’s all over the place. Umm, that’s a Mexican meat market for you white people. At this one you can buy bomb ass meat and good sweet bread.

Most houses have bars on their windows and security doors. 90% of our streets also have these islands in the middle of them, too.

To help spruce up the place, our city has added fountains. EVERYWHERE. This one is across the street from my parent’s house and its not uncommon to roll by here on a Sunday morning and find the fountain, corner and the street filled with soap suds! LMAO I’ll keep an eye out for that to get a picture for you.

Why do Mexican’s paint their houses the UGLIEST and BRIGHTEST colors they could find? Anyone? Oh and incase you haven’t noticed yet, there are power lines EVERYWHERE.

Not only do they paint their buildings bright colors but they paint their bricks to match their buildings! I’m just grateful the people down the street bought the last can of tangerine orange.

And finally, if you look closely you’ll see a pair of tennis shoes tossed up there on the power lines. As funny as it seems because some little black kid is now without a pair of sneakers, its not funny at all. Here, tennis shoes in the power lines are a signal to others that drugs can be bought there.

Well I hope you enjoyed your five block ghetto walk. I’ll have to do it again, but next time crossing Garfield Ave!