It’s not easy living in the Clifton Heights area. Landlords call all the time about the rent being in the mail on time but cease to exist the moment your dryer stops working.
You have to remember to lock your car because the one night you forget, your entire center console and every bit of change lying around the car will be gone. And on the weekends, a tsunami of testosterone tears through the streets, where an awkward glance at someone walking down the sidewalk could turn into a bloody fight.
Two years ago I was renting a shitty, overpriced, one-bedroom apartment with a hole in the ceiling in the Clifton Heights area. Ever since I had moved out of the dorms, I had been weary of the neighborhood. I heard about my friends getting in fights for no reason while walking home and people getting their cars broken into.
I never thought people could be so cruel to one another. I was na