There was a meth bust in Grandma's condo building. Allow me to elaborate.
So Grandma and I were talking on the balcony, during one of her times where she was acting like a normal grandmother, when we heard an explosion from the condo next door. She proceeded to whip out her cell phone and dialed for the police.
"My neighbor has a meth lab." She told someone on the other end. "I'm in room XXX of XXX condo building." (I was too lazy to make up fake numbers and names. Sorry)
I grabbed my grandmother's cell phone and closed it with a snap. "Just because there's an explosion doesn't mean there's a meth lab. I'm not even sure there are explosions in meth labs. It was probably some amateur chemist trying to make a nuclear bomb."
But Grandma was right, and, when the police showed up with badges a-gleaming and tazers at the ready, it turned out that the neighbor was really one of the biggest meth dealers in this area of Florida. The whole friggin' condo was devoted to the plant. The police took me, as a law abiding youngling, on a tour in hopes that I never grow my own meth. All I really learned was that careless explosions can cost you your freedom. I made a mental note to tell everybody at Lakewood that.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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Yay! I'm the first to post! S.M. again. Where did the meth lab bust come from? S.M.
ReplyDeleteLol this is nice.
ReplyDeleteWait. Meth is grown? I could've sworn it was made. With chemistry and stuff. Not that I have ever tried to make meth, but still.
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