It's Not A Crack House, It's A Crack Home

Joe had lived alone in his big house in Brooklyn for decades. Then one night he saw a few people—prostitutes, actually—shivering outside in the cold, and he opened up his home to them. Pretty soon his upper floors were completely trashed. His house became overrun by the neighborhood's roughest characters, and somehow he couldn't do anything about it. Maherin Gangat reports the story. (23 minutes)