I’m currently in an “any second it could turn to shit, on the fringes” type of a living arrangement. Apartment complex made up of mostly families, but there are a few dealers, and given the management I don’t doubt that if they needed money they would rent to anyone. But, it’s better then where I have been, and I know the type to watch out for.
My personal worst was on the west coast, in an area of a small city where the Meth dealers had actually stopped requiring money for Meth. Yes, you heard me right, the dealers cut the pawn shop out of the equation. They actually started allowing their junkies to “trade” for product. You have NO idea the shit that happened!!! These f@ckers would steal anything. I had a hippie neighbor, and he actually had someone steal a rock out of his garden for Meth.
I literally posted on the porch during the day, drank a beer and cleaned my shot gun for about two weeks (only gun in the house at the time). If we left town, I gave my friends 40-100 bucks to drive by my house and drink beer on the porch all night. Every time I came home, every screen was out of the windows. The kicker though was when a camper trailer that was a Meth lab exploded less then 400 yards from our house.
I left the West Coast to get away from Meth Heads. I hate them, I think they are the lowest form of scum on the bottom tier of this society. I have since decided after living on the East coast for 5 years, and spending plenty of time in DC, Philly, NYC, and Boston, that I will take a crack head, or a junky any day over a meth head.
My worst East Coast experience was hearing gun shots at 4 in the morning in Philly, and then at breakfast the next day when I brought it up to the friend I was staying with (who also heard the shots), she said: “Well we live in a good neighborhood in Philly, that’s all I can ask for.”
I’m not a tin foil hat person, and I really don’t think it’s Obama, or Bush’s fault, but this country is a powder keg right now!!!