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Sunday. A teenage boy climbs onto a bench in our courtyard, lifts an imaginary machine gun to his shoulder, and fires several rounds into the apartment windows, laughing as he pauses to reload. When he finishes, he spits on the armrest and laughs.

This does reflect the general mood of the neighborhood.

Tuesday. A hypodermic needle on the back stairs.

Wednesday. I find an old letter from the property managers in my desk drawer. It was slipped under our door after a woman was murdered in the building next door. Do not worry. It was a domestic dispute.

Thursday. The man with the sunglasses tells me to fuck off when I smile and say hello.

This does reflect the general mood of the residents.

Friday. Blood on the pedestrian bridge again. And dried vomit on the back stairwell wall.

This does reflect the general condition of the building.

And rent is going up. I hate to think what would make it go down.