I call her Walking Meth Mom because she is usually accompanied by a younger female. You can see her ranting to herself as she walks down the road going to the local gas station for smokes and whatever other things she may want.

I love our location in the semi-boonies, but she is a reminder that drug addiction reaches everywhere and anybody and there is no such thing as a 100% safe place. She has not attempted anything, nor her companion or anybody else living in her domicile, but I ain’t leaving anything to chance: Doors are locked, nothing that can lead to temptation is left visible and our place is rigged with cameras.

I am relaxed, but I have not gone to stupid Condition White nor I believe I can anymore.

PS: Neighbors across the street are friendly, so that is an extra bonus. And shooting noises have come from the general direction of their backyards so I breathe even easier if just a small bit.

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By Miguel.GFZ

Semi-retired like Vito Corleone before the heart attack. Consiglieri to J.Kb and AWA. I lived in a Gun Control Paradise: It sucked and got people killed. I do believe that Freedom scares the political elites.

2 thoughts on “The Walking Meth”
  1. This wasn’t really clear to me … How close to you does she live? Next door, a couple houses down, …? And have your new neighbors said anything on the subject?

    Just curious.

  2. You may want to do some more discreet intelligence gathering? Talk to the neighbors, do some web searches, maybe a general discussion of dangers in your area with the police?

    She may be totally harmless, or she may not be harmless. She also could be harmless until that day, that stress, that situation changes it all.

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