I watched Requiem for a Dream at Jordan's place too. Not a crackhouse but a messed-up trailer with a lot of pot. Hit hard.
I had a lot of friends like Jordan. Spent a lot of time in the kind of environments you’re describing. It was sad because you could tell by observing home environments like those that your friends didn’t really have a chance. Their unconscious conditioning had too much gravity and it would be too hard to escape it. I don’t know anyone who did.