You don’t want to know what it’s like on West Lynmar. It’s nice here, sure, but over there it’s hell. Over here people wave to each other; on West Lynmar they gun each other down. Over here we hug. Over there they knife.
I’m so glad I don’t live on West Lynmar - I don’t know if I could sleep at night if I did. As it is some nights I stay awake, petrified that someone from West Lynmar might come over here. He’ll move in and before you know it all his awful friends will move in with him. Then nowhere will be safe.