Comes with living in the ghetto. I could say the same thing for our old apartment on Las Vegas Trail, the one before the one mentioned in the previous post. No one broke into our apartment, but our next door and upstairs neighbors both had break ins, and we had stuff stolen off of our porch. I had to call the cops one time when some guy was trying to take a peek in through a break in the bedroom curtains, I guess to see if anyone was home. It was just me, and I was in a towel. He hung around, pacing by the window for a while after I called the police, but he left before they got there.