Wow...why did I wait so long to reply?
I can tell you this as a fact...I live in Dix Hills, NY. It's on Long Island, so naturally some things about it kick ass.
I used to live near the ghetto, in a non-ghetto neighborhood where everyone was nice and knew each other very well. Friendships ran deep, and we had lots of good times, such as doing stunts on our bikes down the "School Hill" (A seventy foot long hill that was pretty steep on my street). We also chased after the student drivers that frequented the neighborhood on dirtbikes, mountain bikes, and BMX bikes. It would be ten or so of us just trailing these people until we all got tired. Hell, we even bought stinkbombs from the ice cream truck, and broke 'em open and chucked 'em at each other. When people started acting black, lying a lot, or double crossing you, all your friends would talk to them behind their back. We had this one kid named PJ who lied so much, to this day nobody knows his real name but him and his family. Yes, he even lied about his name. He also said he had "Playstation 9," "A pool in his basement," and "a new bike tire." He actually said that he put on a new tire, but it was his old one that was still bent out of shape. When confronted that his new tire had the same old ratty red factory sticker as his old one, he said "I put it on."
However, things soon took a change for the worse. In the middle of seventh grade, my grandfather got lung cancer, and our grandmother had to move in with us, because she had a stroke and is severely handicapped. We found this kind of nice house in Dix Hills that needed some work, but was a sturdy, well built house. We had this asshole contractor, Mike, who was redoing the laundry room into a large second master bedroom for us. To be short, this guy was a cold-blooded motherfucker. While my Grandpa was dying, the room was nowhere near completion, and he did nothing to speed up the pace. Six days later, he died in a hospital bed in our family room. I will never forget how much fun the whole family had fishing with my him...I'm sad now just by writing this. The fishing trips were loved by all, that was the apex of our relationship.
It turns out this new neighborhood is a shithole. Bunch of people who keep to themselves, and there is nobody who lives here that I like, except for one guy who lives 1.5 miles away.
I hate where I live.