with my parents.

In the state of confusion. I prefer clarity. :) +5. Good question, sorry it got DR'ed.

It wasn't the place, it was the situation-so it wouldn't be fair to name it. Don't know why you were downrated, but here's +5 to bring you back into the black.

Gary, Indiana. High crime. They had to send 50 National Guards out for about three weeks to deal with the gangs. Worst place as far as living quarters was noisy apartment in Illinois.

Albion, NY. The place is overrun by drugs.

Mary Esther, Fla.

A small apartment full of roaches. Myself, my mother and my younger sister (both of us children at the time) all had to sleep in one bed in the middle of the room, with all the blankets pulled up. We tried to call an exterminator at one point and he told us not to even bother, the walls were so full of roaches that if he were to punch a hole in one, they would pour out like water. He didn't even attempt it, just suggested we move. And we did, after one week in that horrible place.

A rooming house in Winnipeg. It was full of drunks and weirdos, I never got any sleep because people were too loud, someone killed themselves in the room next to mine, nobody ever flushed the toilet, I never had any money or food, and once I found a job I couldn't get enough sleep for it. I didn't really know the man who killed himself, but he was a few years younger than me, and it's really upsetting. One Winter night this huge drunk guy tried to break into my room. He kept banging on my door and yelling to be let in, and I was so scared, I just laid in my bed and didn't make a peep, hoping he would go away. He finally did, but I could hear him shuffling around, and I really had to go to the bathroom, but was too scared to come out. One guy thought Satan was trying to steal his soul, attributing what I believe to be phantom pain due to his torso and back being horribly mutilated by fire at age nine-he told me he was huffing gas with his brothers, spilled some on him and then lit a cigarette. O_o He also had a daughter, who he wasn't allowed to see because he used to beat his wife, and said he was working so he could purchase a firearm and steal his daughter back. I'm serious. He also kept preaching to me about God, and when he got all drunk, he used to tell me not to kill myself like the man next door had done. Living there sucked.