The building to the left is made of dark brown bricks and has six floors just like my building. The majority of its inhabitants are teenage mothers, single parent households and drug abusers. I find it ironic that you can always find nice, expensive cars owned by drug dealers at all hours here. I find it strange that I have so well learned how to tell which of my neighbors are on drugs and which are on welfare. You would never really know unless you saw the difference- which is really not that obvious.
Drug users are skinny from drugs which reflects on their bodies and in their eyes especially.
Welfare recipients are skinny from lack of nourishment although there are exceptions. There are some who are dressed in expensive brand name clothing and who make sure everyone knows it. They do all this to conceal the emptiness of their homes, mminds, souls and possibly their futures. This is how I can safely bet there is no elevator in that building. If there is, it would be an injustice to my building where people work to pay for their rent.