It was an ordinary neigborhood. It wasn't one you were expecting to find meth makers in.
The smells coming from my neighbor's house were unmistakable, as was that slightly stoned look on his wife's face. And the piles of bottles of cough syrup.
I probably should have reported him to the police, but he was a good guy and let me borrow his lawnmower. So it wasn't until the house exploded that anything was done legally.
Of course, drugs shouldn't be a crime, but...'tis the law.
http://oneword.invisibleland.tv. Thanks to rosefox for the first mentions, and femakita for reminding me of it in a response to rikhei this afternoon.
Okay, to bed with me.