Meth & The Suburbs.
I guess the suburbs aren’t as rosy and I don’t have to loathe them as much. It’s hard to imagine me getting excited about a meth dealer that got busted the day we moved into our house.
This guy literally lived a stone’s throw from our front yard.

Shawn
Saturday, 15. December 2007 um 12:06 am Uhr
Wow. A stone’s throw is not far enough away to escape the concussion and shrapnel of the inevitable explosion of his “lab”. Man, that’s dangerous stuff. It’s better that he’s not still cooking next door.
Pistol Pete
Saturday, 15. December 2007 um 9:52 am Uhr
Goes to show you anything can happen anywhere. Even the Suburbs are not immune from sin.
Tank
Saturday, 15. December 2007 um 11:17 am Uhr
Did this guy live down by the quarry? Or was he in those trailers? Or on your street?
Josh
Saturday, 15. December 2007 um 3:26 pm Uhr
behind our neighbors across the street. i’ll give an update monday. too busy this weekend. i’ll tell the whole story.
mike
Sunday, 16. December 2007 um 2:50 am Uhr
back home the folks whose grand parents had stills started cooking meth. i grew up around boot leg liquer and it wasn’t until i was almost in college when the meth labs started popping up in the old moon shine spots.
my mom was a nurse at the pen and her neighbor was in there for cooking meth. he was cooking it about 20 foot from her back door in his shed.
of course, here where i live in the San Lorenzo Valley it is everywhere. you see these people walking around like the living dead. our neighbors all are meth adicts. (we live in a poor area).
there are a lot of drugs here, but it is the meth heads and the meth dealers who are always trouble. you have to deal with them differently cause they are crazy as fuck!