Per i poveri del ghetto la domenica è triste come ogni altro giorno della vita.
Hogue Street, nord est di Atlanta.
Un uomo vomita sul marciapiede. 835 more words
While talking on the phone late last night I drove home to my apartment in the poor part of town. (I affectionately call it the ghetto but I’d appreciate it if you did not.) At the last turn towards my parking spot I had to slam on the brakes because a group of people were walking across the lot, at an angle from the turn. 1,541 more words