My first home had section 8 on either side.
It was annoying to see the neighbors dorking off everyday while myself and the wife were working our butts off.
One of the neighbors actually was bettering herself going to college thanks to uncle sam (wish I was offered that deal) to bad she majored in african studys. Thats bound to land you a real moneymaker job.
I lived in an apartment complex across from Section 8 housing square in the middle of downtown Denver. It was a lovely experience. Police sirens day and night. Drunks passed out on park benches before noon. Armed security at the local supermarket.
But the one thing I miss the most were the gangs of pre-teen thugs who roamed the streets at 3 in the morning vandalizing and tagging everything in their path and generally menacing anyone who had the misfortune to be out that late. During the day they were shoplifting so much merchandise from the corner market that the Asian owners closed the place down and moved.