Philadelphia. The largest open air drug market in the US was a stones throw from my house. People bang on your door at 3 am asking for Narcan. I remember my dad shooting at a dude breaking into our house. By chance I was here when that piece of shit drove through the crowd. Wasn’t but 100 ft away from impact. An absolute tragedy. People here say things like “I almost went that day!”. I have family who ran into the World Trade Center on 9/11 who don’t act as traumatized. These are soft people who’ve never been subjected to any real hardship. That lady calls herself “disabled” because she’s (supposedly) on the spectrum. Where I come from most people on the spectrum who act out at all end up in a jail cell. This town is the epitome of “white privilege”. You people call the police for Christ sake! It’s disgusting to live here and complain about quality of life. Sorry someone didn’t stop when you tried to cross the street…

Where I’m from we might be less educated but we understand that if you walk into the street in front of a car, you’re the asshole not the driver. If you don’t understand that the world doesn’t revolve around you I’d say you’re a bigger problem than the dude asking for money.