This cesspool is less like the neighborhood bar and more like that shack made of old pallets and cardboard down under bridge, inhabited by bums who will just about kill one another over an argument pertaining to who has the rights to sleep on the piss-stained mattress one night. It's such a sad place that the cops don't even bother trying to run the occupants out, because as long as we are all cowering here under the bridge, we aren't out bothering the public.