As I write these words, I can't help but look to the house beyond the wall, at the bottom of my concrete garden. It was probably quite normal once, even a home for a family. Looking at it now, this is not the case. Graffiti covers the outside of the house, "Reppin' S014" and "Thugz." Why, oh why would you write this on your house? The windows are constantly open, whether outside it be raining, snowing or an army of squawking seagulls. There's a pile of old and torn clothes next to the back door and I can imagine the stench. The concrete that covers the weeds is smashed and shattered from the wreck-less antics of the occupants. The people that live in the house can only be described as completely crazy. I am almost certain that the house is used for a crack den of some sort. Really. Welcome to St.Marys, the pride of Southampton.