signs that i might be forever changed by worcester

no, i dont have a mullet and a bad accent...yet...so i guess worcester hasnt changed me that much. yet it has changed my perception of the world. i stayed at my friend peter's super quaint adorable house complete with porch swing and porch in atlanta. in coming up for activities for me to do while he was at work, he suggested that i go to the park around the corner where there was an old mill tower. my first reaction: is it safe for a girl to go alone? where are you sending me? its a crack den, isnt it? thats where the young hoodlems go to smoke their crack, right? should i bring mace? do you want me to die? his reaction: what is wrong with you?
it must be me and my life in worcester, but when i hear 'abandoned building' i think 'crack den'. it must be worcester. it has to be. im going to attach a picture. but i couldnt help but laugh when i finally gathered the strength to face my fear that, in fact, there were no drug dealers, only 2 women and their baby carriages. and there were no crack pipes or bottles of booze behind the mill tower. sadly, i actually checked. i just couldnt believe it. i was wrong. oh worcester.