Grace gave me the wrong check-in information, and I couldn’t access my room at 11p, so I had to sit on the dirty couch, in the dirty kitchen, while AirBnB tried to find me accommodations. It was there that I saw the mouse rummaging through the leftover food that was open and out on the stove. I chose this place because it is close to my job; however, I definitively know that this neighborhood is NOT safe and the gas station, a minute away, has been the scene of many of violently claimed lives—not to mention the number of people gunned down in the park two minutes away.