This community of three brick buildings best described as a cross between military barracks, government projects, and an old hotel is nestled between an oil refinery, car dump, airport, and a few highways. When I first moved in I found out my neighbors consisted of guy who constantly wore a bike helmet (and he didn't own a bike), a scary gut who we nicknamed ""Skeletor"", and an angry Jamaican woman who I think beat the one who wore the helmet. I used to hear ""stop it! stop it"" every night in the middle of the night (the walls a paper thin) My girlfriend was scared and one day a case worker came by and we never saw them again. We are also becoming very familiar with a tenant name ""Norm"". We became aware that he moved in because his wife screams his name every night. I can go on and on with stories about the people here so let me descibe the community's appearance. There is a mysterious dust on everything inside and outside of the apartment buildings. Golfballs fly over the 10 foot fence along fairway of the 6th hole of FDR's golf course. There is a squad of special needs people who mill around the complex and we dubbed as the wack pack (one of them threatened a friend and I). The fire alarms go on and off randomly. The washer and driers are terrible. I think someone used one of the driers as a restroom. Forget it if you want food delivered that isn't from a Chinese place that does laundry and sells pizzas. The maintenance people feed the stray cats to chase off the rodents. A rodent fell out of our vent in the Kitchen, into the sink, and died because I guess the fall broke it's neck. A board that was nailed into the wall in my bedroom fell down one day and when I went to replace it I realized that you could see directly into the bathroom of the apartment below ours. That explained some of the mysterious odors. There a shopping carts left in the hallways from area stores. I'm embaressed to have guests.