Today, I went out to the "rough" side of the city I live in to run an errand. It was getting dark, and there were a bunch of guys with gang tatoos and glocks hangin out of their pants, so I parked as close to the store as possible (being a 28 year old femle, ALONE, I didn't want to take any chances). I noticed a really bad smell when I was walking to the store, so when I was done shopping, I asked the cashier about it. He said that the smell was from the recycling company behind the store, but not to complain to the city. Everyone who complained were "visited" by a couple of thugs and "convinced" to withdraw their complaint, he told me that the guys outside were the "employees" of the company. aka the thugs. The store next to the one I was in got closed because the owner of the store refused to withdraw his complaint. He now has no store and a broken rib, according to the cashier. I gathered my merchandise and scampered out of there. Needless to say I am not going to complain about the smell, lol.