The difference, is that our area is like some sort of attractant to those kinds of people.
It's the culture... The mindset.
When i go back to where I'm originally from which is about 10-15 minutes south of Charleston, I feel like I need to eat a whole bottle of Prozac. It's depressing, man. Nasty run down crap hole houses and trailers covered in mold and filth and trash and broken plastic wal mart toys piled up everywhere. These were once nice houses when I was growing up, then the people I grew up with inherited them and they're too lazy and worthless to have any pride. If they put half as much effort into taking pride in themselves as they do scoring their next drug, they'd accomplish something.
Before everybody starts thinking I'm trying to sound like an elitist or whatnot, trust me, I'm not. My grandpa lived in a 1962 model trailer till the day he died. He had a saying "You can't help it if you're poor, but you can help it if you're dirty. Soap and elbow grease are cheap."
It's not our parent's generation's fault. It's our worthless, lazy generation's.