Today I was mowing the last remaining ghetto home on my route. Nice old woman lives alone there. Near the alley I came aross a crumpled paper towel, next to the paper towel was a large piece of human feces. Upon a distant closer look I noticed a tell tale sign on the paper towel that confirmed it was from a human. Last year during the fall I discovered a "Molotov cocktail" in her bushes, during a clean-up. I do believe that this latest "crap" will be my last trip into the "Hood" to make a buck. Although this poor neighborhood is only ten miles from the affluent areas, they are worlds apart.