That's the way Charlotte was--I got out. Now I live in a cabin so far back in the woods, no self-respecting goblin would come up on a place like this after dark. Lived the first 35 years of my life in Charlotte. Now I have to ride through there to deliver my jobs and say to myself: "how can these people live like this? They just don't know any better". Then I put the whole berg in the rear-view mirror and head for home. Not everybody can make the change from city to country. A lot of people try it and end up going back. Not me, not ever.
Sorry to have hogged your post, OP. I'm sure your son is a good kid. Though I can't understand the pale skin, black clothes, pierce and tattoo fad myself. I think a couple years with a tiller and an ax will straighten that out for most of them.