At the end of my street

I would like to start this off by saying i do not live on the best street in the world its also no the worst but it could use some help ant the end of my street there was a man who lived in a house and he had gotten into some trouble with a gang (i believe) so one day a gang member came strolling up to his house placed an explosive in it and set it on fire. The man jumped out of the window, thank God, but his house was still basically on fire. so as you can see i do not live in the best neighborhood even just right down the street next to us a couple weeks ago there was a shoot out, on another street there was a huge gas explosion, and on another street there are like 6 registered child molesters. now on my street not much going on (that i know of) I mean yeah there are probably quite a few druggies and stuff like that but at least know one is throwing explosives into my house. so yeah you all should come visit who knows maybe a plane will crash, or maybe a drug lord will be arrested, or maybe we will get caught in the crossfire of a police shoot out. Its just like Branson you never know whats going to happen (i based that last comment off nothing) so i will keep writing. blah blah blah blah... i give up... no wait i do not give up! i will stick with it through thick and thin. I'm never leaving you! OK so i will probably leave you eventually. but not for a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time.