Life in the District

How do you know that you live in the ghetto (or one block shy)?

When the nearest drug store is located in the hollow carcass of a dead mall (the nearest grocery store just on the other side).

When you encounter one security guard upon entering said carcass and another as you exit.

When the doors to the grocery store are protected by metal detectors and alas! more security personnel.

When you notice, on the way to aforementioned grocery store, that said carcass has not one, but two inactive escalators that lead to nothing but a single, solitary door.

It seems like a pretty accurate metaphor for our time here.

It's not just me. Everyone agrees.

P.S. Not to mention when you are scared to take a picture of the creepy escalator for your blog because you are frightened someone will see you with a digital camera and mug you on the way home.