And it was like being in an inner city movie by Spike Lee. It was ghetto as hell. I swear you could grow crops on the floor because of all the dirt. I had to go barefoot because I was working on my kicks. My feet ended up having crusts of dirt after my workout. It was mostly blacks, hispanics, and a couple of dark asians working out when I was there. I also got yelled at for kicking the bags...apparently I can't kick the bags because they wear out quicker that way. Wat. So I just worked on my hands, elbows, and telegraphed my knees and kicks instead. Despite the atmosphere and how the crowd looked...I got treated with respect nevertheless. No one gave me shit at all, and it was cool seeing these inner city kids spending their time at the gym. They had a boxing ring too which looked pretty beat up...and I swear if I become wealthy I want to help this youth center out big time. The guy who runs it has been in the news often because he's struggling to keep the gym funded. Got to give him props for his dedication.