warning: long story.
I lived in a 13 unit apartment building in ‘midtown’ Detroit near a University. The place was old (built in 1913), the cost was low, the walls were stucko, and the cockroaches didn’t pay rent. Essentially, just about all of the residents were working a sh*tty full time job somewhere and the few students who did live there worked even harder – essentially all of us there worked to afford our life as opposed to riding daddy’s dime through college.
That was the case with the exception of one unit. That unit housed one or two football players who didn’t really take life seriously.
This specific incident (others happened later and one kid managed to add a felony mark to his record, but I digress)…