I move toward poverty and danger. If I don't feel like I'm in constant danger of my property being vandalized or my wife raped then I'm packin' my crap up and movin' on down that line. At any given moment I had best feel like someone is going to break into my home and do bad things to me and my stuff or I'm just not living right. Also, I really need the neighborhood to look like total crap. Just rough ridin' terrible shape; beat the eff down, you know? Would be good to have a few sex offenders around as well now that I have an heir. New dimension, gotta add it to the paradigm. Where you live should be as miserable and depressing as possible or you're not doing it right in my book, and my book is REAL sons.