I had an ex from the "crestside".
Total whitewashed mixed bitch. She used to call me ghetto and shit.
They used to have a house in the crest where kids could buy like candy, bikes, scooters, etc.. and the grown ups could buy like TV, rims, guns, etc. She has some pretty funny stories.
Then again any hood has crazy shit going on. I spent a few years next door to a Mexican crackhouse. The normally strange and asinine behavior of crackheads combined with loud ass accordians and tubas of Ranchero music made for some surreal experiences. I saw a dude get punched in the face as the last note of the song played...you know when all the horns go "Bwoooooooomp". It was like on cue.
We used to laugh when the dude would beat his wife because they would yell in Spanish and we didn't understand. (Only an exceptional half Mexican laughs at Mexicans for speaking Spanish.) We would subtitle it for fun - "But baby, I cooked you extra tortillas!" "Bitch, you put American cheese on my tostada!"
Whats funny is I never knew / understood any Spanish when completely surrounded by beaners and it wasnt till I moved to whiteville that I actually learned any Spanish.