Meth Central

 

My Mikey, I love you

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Waco has become something ugly; hideous.  When I moved here in 2003, it was a nice enough place with a "good side" and "bad side" of town, like every place else.  Now, that is not the case.

There is a raging problem in Waco now.  Crystal Meth is the drug of choice, apparently, and people who do it, sell it, or what have you get hateful and zombie-like.

On more than one occasion, our house has been burglarized.  The last of these times, thus far, the intruders broke into 908, which is the unoccupied portion of our duplex, and stole the copper electrical wiring out of the breaker box.  As if that weren’t enough, they also tore the big power-all breaker box outside to shreds and got the wires out of it.  Still not finished!  They went even one step further and took apart the METER BOX for the electricity in 908…took the wiring out of it, too.  I wish they’d electrocuted themselves, as nasty as that is for me to say.

This leaves us in a few bad positions.  First off, it will cost money that we may never have to repair 908.  Since we own the house, for now, at least, it is up to us to repair it.  That probably means a complete rewiring.  We’d like to have it done, anyway, but we would’ve preferred it be OUR choice, not someone else’s.

Then there is the issue of safety.  With all this swirling around our own neighborhood, there are murders on a regular basis, just down the street from us.  There are fires, presumably from drug-cooking gone wrong, though that may be only our speculation at play.  Just yesterday, I found out one man set his own mother, aunt, and another woman on FIRE.  Nobody knows why, yet.  The rotten bastard!  I hope someone sets HIM on fire.

No I don’t.  I just wish I knew what went so terribly wrong with modern generations.  Everyone laughed at Nancy Reagan for the "Just Say No" campaign.  They said people COULDN’T just say no.  That’s bullshit!  I have had friends, in the past, who were hardcore druggies.  They tried to get me involved, and I flat-out told them that what they did to their bodies was their business, but they had no right to expect me to fuck up my own, just to fit in with them.  I didn’t let it go at that, either.  I told them they needed to clean up before someone murdered them and I had to watch yet another mother bury her child.  I told them they had zero respect for me, for trying to drag me down with them.

I told them I loved them and would help them get away from drugs if they would let me.  I think that was the most important thing to do.  I don’t fuck with drugs.  My brain is tricky enough without fucking it over with mind-altering, life-ruining substances.  I am an alcoholic, and that’s bad enough.  I don’t want to kill my family with a drug problem, too.

Yes, I am afraid of potential harm that could face us if we stay here.  I am also tired of being afraid.  I want to take a stand and DO SOMETHING about it.  My Mikey is afraid I’ll get us all murdered.  I don’t know about that.  I’m willing to compromise on tactics.  I just want something done, because I really AM tired of watching mothers bury their babies!!!!

It disgusts me.  It makes me sick.  It breaks my heart.  And now, I HAVE a baby to protect….Elisabeth.  Over my dead, rotting body would someone hurt MY daughter!!!!!!!!

Right this second, Elisabeth is in her fourth day of visiting and helping out my sister, MH.  She is safely away from the meth-heads here.  She will be back next week.

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orsiva;”>Everything is decent enough between her and her parents (us), and I’m grateful for that.  Now, I’m waiting to see if my job hires me back to make calls for the Democratic Party.

Our car is broken down (again).  It sits in front of Harpo’s house, waiting for someone to put a belt on it and find a way to repair a water leak from the radiator.

Wish us luck!

Love to everyone,

Jack