When I was in high school my whole family volunteered with this group of people for Habitat for Humanity in our Midwestern town. The whole time I was nervous because all of the buildings around us had bars on the windows, even a church. One of the other volunteers told me that if they don't put bars on the windows, addicts will break in and steal everything or turn the place into a crack house. That was scary.
Then I moved to Latin America, where everyone has bars on the windows and sometimes razor wire around the back yard wall, too. They had just made it illegal to electrify the barbed wire because it turned out to be dangerous in general, not just to criminals. Scarier.
Now I live in Tucson, where I never know where I stand. Every other house has bars on the windows. I live in an okay part of town, but I wouldn't go for a walk at night. So today I'm waiting at home for the iron guy to come measure my windows so he can turn my house into a giant cage, or maybe a giant lock-box, since I'm just trying to keep my stuff in and criminals out.
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