So, just a couple of weeks ago I got out of that hell house we rented when we first got here.  In case you're wondering, I'm taking the landlord to court for the deposit, but that's another story.

Never in my life have I lived in such a frightening place.  Not just because of the horrific living conditions.  It's because at all times, day and night, very erratic people would come over asking for METH!  I'm not exaggerating.  It happened 3 or 4 times during the day when I was at work and my daughter was home alone.  Scary.  It happened numerous times, literally, in the middle of the night.  I have to tell you, people who want Meth are very persistent.  They would come over all hours of the night asking for Meth and something called Snoot.  Luckily, I have a couple of guns.  I actually had to tell one freak about the you come in my house and I can kill you law in Montana.  It took THAT to get him to leave.  I have NEVER been so scared.  Then the next morning, a police officer was in the yard.  I went out to talk to him and he told me my daughter and I were living in a known drug house, and my landlord knew it, and we should move as soon as possible for our safety!  Can you believe that?  As luck would have it, we were moving the very next day.  A couple of days before that, a guy comes over at around 11pm and pushes his way into the house, uses the bathroom and walked all over the place looking for the former tenant.  He didn't believe she was gone.  This guy was HUGE and so high that if he were any higher he'd be wayyyy too high.  We were both pretty damn scared.  You just don't mess with spun out people. 

I never really knew the drug life until I spent 3 weeks in that slum.  I thought I'd share it with you, as we all have our hunches as to how it would be, but now we know!  The woman before me had small children!  Who lives this way?!