If you live/lived in the hood, tell us crazy stores from your ghetto

I worked in the hood one summer as a life guard. Guy named Cornpop was there....

The closest I ever came was Tigerland before it became the hood

I worked at a liquor store that was in a nice shopping center but backed up to the hood. We used to superglue quarters to the floor and watch hoodrats work on them all day. One dude finally brought in a screwdriver and got them up.

Also lived near a black dude for a bit who always had his power cut off, so he would charge his phone on my outdoor outlet.

There was this one time we were going mach five all night long, these dudes pull up in a low rider and wanted to fleece it out on some dealz we had put together and then it all got out of hand. Dinkin flicka...

When I was working from home I saw a guy pull out an AR-15 at a red light on Millerville and unload into the car next to him then speed off.

Snitches get stitches, bitch

home broken into 2 or 3 times while we were there; sketchy dudes trying to push door in on my mother to "use the phone"; stuff stolen off our porch, stolen stuff hidden in our shed ... sounds bad once you type it out.

Don’t nun yall got wat it takes to be from da hood fr yall sum fakes

Not sure if this is a ghetto/hood story you're looking for....but my Dad was active duty military my entire childhood; my parents had the great idea to buy a trailer and have the Navy pay to move it all over the country (which worked out great in all actuality).

Long story short, I feel like I saw a ton of crazy shite living in trailer parks in near proximity to military bases; mainly shite I didn't think was "weird" at the time.

One memory I vividly hold is maybe 1999 or 2000 or so my dad buying a wooden fricking deck off a guy down the road, and my dad having him and like 10 other Navy guys lifting this like 20x20 deck from in front of a guys house, putting it on the roof and bed of my dad's single cab 1st gen dodge dakota, my dad driving this big arse wooden deck down the trailer park service road, and the same guys helping unload it and set it up in front of our (recently moved) trailer house. We felt like Kangs at the time with our new deck

I realize you're probabaly looking for crazy gunshot or gansta stories, mine is probabaly more OT trashy than anything

I lived in Midcity NOLA for about 7 1/2 years.

Had a big male raccoon that knew the trash pickup schedule and perused everybody’s trash cans the night before. He’d walk the sidewalks, both sides of the street, and stand up and hook his arms over the edge of the trash cans and dig around. No fear of people.

Had a guy with teardrop tats casing houses for a little while.

A guy OD’d on heroin down the street and was found in the stoop of a house. Not his house, or his neighborhood.