When I went to grad school my wife and I rented a run down shack of a house next to the projects. People were always amazed we lived there and didn't believe us when we explained that nothing ever happened. We had 2k worth of computer parts delivered in marked boxes while we were out of town for about a week and it was just sitting on the porch when we got home.<p>I asked my dad about this, he grew up in a bad neighborhood when he was a kid... and he said, "These people all know lesson one, you don't shit where you eat".