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Back in my younger days, if I wanted a cheap adrenaline rush and a stern reminder not to fuck up in life, I would drive around Skid Row alone at around 2 AM. A few of my friends would join me for the same reason. Was I scared or nervous during these excursions? Yes, a little, but I never showed it to the poor souls that roamed in that environment. Rather, I would drive around with a visible frown on my face, partly to show my anger at these people for allowing themselves to live in such miserable conditions and partly because I was pissed off at society for allowing this to happen. After I leave the area, I would feel guilt for not having been born in poverty or shitty living conditions like those people(albeit, I have suffered abuse from my father in my youth nonetheless), and then feel immense gratitude for it. It's an emotional rollercoaster that I can't really figure out why I've gone on in the first place.