While living at the three-quarter way house, I had a Section 8 voucher. Good for anywhere in the city, I chose a street close to a park and an apartment in an old 12-story building. My social worker had procrastinated when I told him of my planned move. He said he would “ask around” for a place to stay. Telling him about the apartment, he became upset. It turned out to be the worst crack house in town. On top of that, the night before I moved in, someone had dropped a baby 12