I'm more worried about the fly in the meth lab. Maybe meth is the cure. I do live in public housing is the scary thing...I'm not talking about the west africans from the West End, my dears...I'm just wondering if the conditions...we do have an African woman here....I hope her relatives are back home. She doesn't speak a word of English...or French, so I can't even tell her which floor I want on the elevator. The guy that helps run the local convenience store is African, too, I think, but I hope he gets it because no one likes him and he was yelling at the Middle Eastern employee in whatever language...she was so humiliated...no one likes him...God protect her...the gods...fate...whatever you want to call it. The Turk protect her. I like the Turkish guy. His cologne could likely ward it off and the Russian guy could kick ebola's ass. But, I wonder if living in a place full of trash where people shit and piss in the stairwells (yes, really) contributes.