sometimes you wonder if certain entities are inextricably tied to one another. for instance i used to live in L.A near technically a separate suburban city, Glendale. it was right outside the city but separate. actually pretty high living: fairly upper income, nice area, urban but suburban.
however near its border with L.A. (and not a really run down area of L.A.; you'd have to go one area over to where i lived), was a Popeye's fried chicken. now we all know of the stereotype: yard bird, urban decay, black, gang whatever. and again its area wasn't run down.
but you would go in the bathroom and suddenly it was summa cum slum: graffiti, gang tags (i think), filthy like a bad gas station shitter. it was like the inner city somehow pin pointed and found the joint and only the city's sole fried chicken joint inside this whole city but wasn't strong enough to fan out.
also: if these graffiti authors are literate enough to bring writing utensils to the shitter, how come the education rates in the slums are so low?
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