Monday, April 6, 2009

The Meth Lab Next Door

I drove out to the post office this morning and came back. The chimney of the house behind us is puffing out whitish smoke. They must have the meth burners going.

We live in an aging housing addition on the outskirts of small town Indiana. The house behind us has changed hands probably three times since we've lived here. John is convinced that the people who live there now (three guys, a girl, and a toddler) are running a meth lab. He says, "Their shades are always pulled. And why do they need to build that big privacy fence?" They need it to fence in their five large dogs--a combination of rottweilers and bull mastiffs, which begs the question, "Why do they need all those large dogs?" They have expensive toys-- big trucks, a snow mobile, jet skis and a speed boat. How do they afford all those? Why haven't they invited everyone over for a neighborhood cookout? What's with all the secrecy?? Obviously, they're running a meth lab in a quiet suburban corner of Indiana, where no one will look, where you would least suspect--except for John. HE suspects....

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