|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|Crystal Meth ruins people. That's old news, I know. The woman who lives next door to us is a Meth user. She wasn't when she moved in here a couple of years ago. She was more or less normal. Nowadays, not so much...
She spends her days (since she's now unemployed - gee, I wonder why), in some sort of crack-coma. Rising with the sunset and leaving here around 10 p.m. Sometimes she comes back, and bangs around her kitchen for a couple of hours at around 3 a.m. At times, she's gone for days.
The other morning, there was a note on her door from the manager. They needed their rent...
She lost custody of her son.
Really. How stupid does one have to be to accept their first hit of Chrystal Meth?
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
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|Marriage is love.|