If you've ever watched The Wire, Baltimore looks exactly like that, even from the train. Everything in view is sad and corroded. At one point we passed a bunch of guys fighting pitbulls behind a warehouse near the tracks. Every person I saw on the streets was kind of teetering slowly along, looking dumbfounded. Maybe I just passed through on an off day.
A mouse died in this alley once, by the hands of Christian and me, and a discarded nighttable. It was for the best, the mouse was stuck in a glue trap that the exterminator had set. But it was pretty upsetting. What psycho invented glue traps anyway? He should be laid on one in this alley, with a wheel of cheese on his lap.