I lived in a building with eight units. The landlord took Section 8.
Across the hall from me was a dude whose unit got raided by the cops and he got hauled off never to be seen again. Drug dealing was what we heard.
Below me was a girl addicted to meth. Her mother rescued her a couple times. I let her use my phone once. South of me was a nice lady who was a court reporter for mental health court. I fixed her car a couple times. Below her was a son and father who didn't work and stole my Netflix. He kept asking me to get Charlie Sheen's autograph, no matter how many times I told him I didn't work on 2 1/2 men, didn't shoot on the same set as 2 1/2 men, and had as much likelihood of running into Charlie Sheen as he did. Below and to the east was Paul.
If you're a landlord, you either commit to Section 8 or you don't. If you're a Section 8 landlord, you aren't picky and you do whatever you want to tenants. If you have even the slightest bit of interest in not having your building full of meth heads and dead-enders, you don't take Section 8.