You might live in the ghetto if...

…you’re talking to your buddy on the phone while you’re on the patio and you look out onto the parking lot of your complex and see some ass-clown with a golf club and a ball. He proceeds to drop the ball onto the pavement and hit it. The ball nails a Ford Explorer; I can’t contain my laughter. I’m fairly certain the guy saw me. Does he stop? Of course not. He hits the ball a few more times, apparently trying to get it over the fence surrounding the pool area. He fails.

I’m going to miss Gainesville.