M'boy, I INVENTED the gutter, and created all the wretched refuse that currently resides therein.
"Invented the gutter?!?!?!?" I think not, my espresso-making, formerly west-coast homie....
Without going into toooooooooo much detail, I can safely say that until you've heard my "Stuttgart 1985, Udo Snack Bar, Tampon" story, your definition of "gutter" may as well have come from the Children's Television Workshop, and was sponsored by the letter "B."
And don't try to give me any shit about Mare Island, Vallejo, "The Horse & Cow" off Tennesee, or any of that jazz. That entire town is for pikers.