Well, I'm not sure you'd call it a ghetto, but if you watched the video a few pages back about the people in Appalachia, I grew up around quite a few people like that. We were really poor, living in a crappy trailer. I had/have a wonderful mother (so thankful), but also had an angry, verbally abusive (sometimes physically) father. Drug abusers in the family.... Not deadly violence, but violence nonetheless.
Lucky for me, I feel like I had a good head on my shoulders, had a great mother (as I mentioned), and found a good woman that became my wife. For those reasons, I did turn out to be more successful than I ever expected to be, I'm proud of it, and I make no apologies for being proud of it. So there's that.