That's why I am still here. If I could be here one day or one year to help one kid, then it's worth it. On the pavement, big gray garbage cans lie toppled like giant bowling pins bulging with stinking garbage just a few feet from somebody's front door. Beer cans, broken glass, stray grocery carts, and a deep ecology of litter dirty the grounds. Rough parking spaces become muddy ponds in the rain.
Drainage is atrocious.
Skeletons of dead fences gaze up at haphazard tree forts built from stolen fence boards. Lawn space is scarred by human and vehicular traffic. Inside the apartments, problems are commonplace. Literally everyone speaks of serious cockroach infestation. Big fat beetle cockroaches.