Crackwhore meth lab bust followup
Aug. 25th, 2005 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grrgoylOkay, I guess I'm duly obligated to my readership to fill in some details about last night. I should start by saying that my first thought when posting last night's entry was that if no one commented on it, I would leave LJ. /self-pity
I wasn't calling her a crackwhore spitefully, Tery did find a baggie of meth on our shared landing shortly after she moved in. I brought it to the police and they were very interested. They staked out her place for awhile, had me watch for when she threw out garbage bags so they could search them, but as far as I knew nothing came of it. I certainly had no idea she was cooking since we never smelled cat pee (apart from our own), which I was told is strongly associated with labs. Turns out part of her home improvement project included a very efficient ventilation system.
Like I said, I came home to the scene last night. Tery was told the S.W.A.T. Team parked in the upper parking lot that can't be seen from our building and cornered her on the way to her car, in full riot gear and rifles. Oh, GOD I wish I had seen it. They hosed her down right there and took her away. They didn't get her boyfriend unfortunately, but I have renewed faith in the police's abilities. This version differs from The Alcoholic's account, who swears the Team ran up the stairs to her unit to get her. I tend to believe the first more based on literature Tery found stating that in the case of a suspected lab the first on the scene have the highest danger of acute health risks, therefore S.W.A.T. probably would rather avoid entering the house. The Alcoholic also thought someone said that she would be coming right back, which I am also extremely skeptical of. They don't spend 10 hours dismantling your meth lab and then release you on your own recognizance, do they?
Tery and I waited in the parking lot for about 30 minutes with the rest of our neighbors until they said we could go back inside. We got a personal police escort to our door (they wanted to make sure we didn't poke our heads into the CW's place out of curiosity) and I felt like quite the celebrity. We also scored a great deal of sympathy from our neighbors, which was nice too. We were told to stay inside for the rest of the night, which we would have anyway. We spent the rest of the night listening to HazMat in their big white spacesuits carting out bucket after bucket of toxic waste. Normally that ruckus would have irritated me to no end, but under the circumstances it sounded like flights of angels singing me to my rest.
Tery was told the men could only work inside the unit for 20 minutes at a time, then had to go back to the parking lot to be decontaminated. We could hear them out there occasionally stripping off their taped-on gloves. She ironically had just recently seen a whole special about meth labs so was quite knowledgeable. She also was freaking out about what we might have been unknowingly inhaling from her place all this time (can't worry about that, not much we can do about it now) and if we were safe spending the night here. I tried to reassure her that the authorities know what they're doing and wouldn't have let us back in if it was dangerous. I also pointed out that we have 6 canaries in the coalmine who all remained perfectly healthy (as far as we know). We all might develop cervical tumors in a few years, in which case I will forward my medical bills to Mr. "That isn't how things are done" Whitcomb. What do you think of your darling, persecuted daughter NOW?
The whole thing just infuriates me. That this whole time her response to our complaints about her dogs (the least of our problems now, I guess) has been, "Everyone here is against me. Everyone's ganging up on me." Poor, poor Tracey. Yeah, sweetheart, if you're producing and selling drugs, guess what...you aren't going to be very popular among your neighbors. One guy in the parking lot remarked that you would think someone running a meth lab would want to draw as little attention to themselves as possible. That's the problem when you kill off more brain cells than you can spare: you consequently aren't terribly smart.
It also just makes me angry as hell that she was doing it HERE. At the risk of sounding classist and snobby, this is a nice neighborhood. That is why we decided to buy here. It's quiet, the neighbors are mostly good, hard-working people like us. Then SHE moves in like a worm, like a disease, bringing her poison and attracting I don't even want to think about what kind of scumbags, criminals and other human filth that have stood a foot away from our door. But that's just it. As Tery learned from the special, people cooking meth LOVE these kinds of neighborhoods because no one suspects anything. She learned that Missouri is the crystal meth capital thanks to its down-home, apple-pie American values.
I won't even get into what could have happened if she blew up the place, which was Tery's first assumption when she came home last night. And having a former meth lab in the complex won't raise property values any, bad news for the two people trying to sell, both right below the CW's unit.
If I sound harsh, it's because I am immensely intolerant of substance abuse. I can barely stand alcoholics, and I suffer drug users about 3,000 times less. Take Agent Smith's speech to Morpheus in The Matrix about his loathing of humanity, multiply it times a million, and you might be getting close to my feelings on drugs. Addicts and especially dealers are nothing but walking, talking excrement. It would be impossible to lock Tracey away in a cell dark enough, cold enough, and long enough for my liking.
Which is the odd thing. Tery was told they took the dogs away when they got her. But this morning they are back over there, barking their fool heads off again. In spite of there being a big orange warning sticker on the door about hazardous material on the premises. This is very strange.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ridiculicious is adamant that I should call the Humane Society, which I am starting to consider. Is it naive to assume the police are aware of the situation and have it under control?
Edit: I just called the police and they said the officers left food and water for the dogs, and will be out to pick them up shortly. A happy ending *sigh*
My small hope in humanity was restored in that there weren't so many meth labs busted last night that I had to give a case number. The operator knew exactly what I was talking about.
I wasn't calling her a crackwhore spitefully, Tery did find a baggie of meth on our shared landing shortly after she moved in. I brought it to the police and they were very interested. They staked out her place for awhile, had me watch for when she threw out garbage bags so they could search them, but as far as I knew nothing came of it. I certainly had no idea she was cooking since we never smelled cat pee (apart from our own), which I was told is strongly associated with labs. Turns out part of her home improvement project included a very efficient ventilation system.
Like I said, I came home to the scene last night. Tery was told the S.W.A.T. Team parked in the upper parking lot that can't be seen from our building and cornered her on the way to her car, in full riot gear and rifles. Oh, GOD I wish I had seen it. They hosed her down right there and took her away. They didn't get her boyfriend unfortunately, but I have renewed faith in the police's abilities. This version differs from The Alcoholic's account, who swears the Team ran up the stairs to her unit to get her. I tend to believe the first more based on literature Tery found stating that in the case of a suspected lab the first on the scene have the highest danger of acute health risks, therefore S.W.A.T. probably would rather avoid entering the house. The Alcoholic also thought someone said that she would be coming right back, which I am also extremely skeptical of. They don't spend 10 hours dismantling your meth lab and then release you on your own recognizance, do they?
Tery and I waited in the parking lot for about 30 minutes with the rest of our neighbors until they said we could go back inside. We got a personal police escort to our door (they wanted to make sure we didn't poke our heads into the CW's place out of curiosity) and I felt like quite the celebrity. We also scored a great deal of sympathy from our neighbors, which was nice too. We were told to stay inside for the rest of the night, which we would have anyway. We spent the rest of the night listening to HazMat in their big white spacesuits carting out bucket after bucket of toxic waste. Normally that ruckus would have irritated me to no end, but under the circumstances it sounded like flights of angels singing me to my rest.
Tery was told the men could only work inside the unit for 20 minutes at a time, then had to go back to the parking lot to be decontaminated. We could hear them out there occasionally stripping off their taped-on gloves. She ironically had just recently seen a whole special about meth labs so was quite knowledgeable. She also was freaking out about what we might have been unknowingly inhaling from her place all this time (can't worry about that, not much we can do about it now) and if we were safe spending the night here. I tried to reassure her that the authorities know what they're doing and wouldn't have let us back in if it was dangerous. I also pointed out that we have 6 canaries in the coalmine who all remained perfectly healthy (as far as we know). We all might develop cervical tumors in a few years, in which case I will forward my medical bills to Mr. "That isn't how things are done" Whitcomb. What do you think of your darling, persecuted daughter NOW?
The whole thing just infuriates me. That this whole time her response to our complaints about her dogs (the least of our problems now, I guess) has been, "Everyone here is against me. Everyone's ganging up on me." Poor, poor Tracey. Yeah, sweetheart, if you're producing and selling drugs, guess what...you aren't going to be very popular among your neighbors. One guy in the parking lot remarked that you would think someone running a meth lab would want to draw as little attention to themselves as possible. That's the problem when you kill off more brain cells than you can spare: you consequently aren't terribly smart.
It also just makes me angry as hell that she was doing it HERE. At the risk of sounding classist and snobby, this is a nice neighborhood. That is why we decided to buy here. It's quiet, the neighbors are mostly good, hard-working people like us. Then SHE moves in like a worm, like a disease, bringing her poison and attracting I don't even want to think about what kind of scumbags, criminals and other human filth that have stood a foot away from our door. But that's just it. As Tery learned from the special, people cooking meth LOVE these kinds of neighborhoods because no one suspects anything. She learned that Missouri is the crystal meth capital thanks to its down-home, apple-pie American values.
I won't even get into what could have happened if she blew up the place, which was Tery's first assumption when she came home last night. And having a former meth lab in the complex won't raise property values any, bad news for the two people trying to sell, both right below the CW's unit.
If I sound harsh, it's because I am immensely intolerant of substance abuse. I can barely stand alcoholics, and I suffer drug users about 3,000 times less. Take Agent Smith's speech to Morpheus in The Matrix about his loathing of humanity, multiply it times a million, and you might be getting close to my feelings on drugs. Addicts and especially dealers are nothing but walking, talking excrement. It would be impossible to lock Tracey away in a cell dark enough, cold enough, and long enough for my liking.
Which is the odd thing. Tery was told they took the dogs away when they got her. But this morning they are back over there, barking their fool heads off again. In spite of there being a big orange warning sticker on the door about hazardous material on the premises. This is very strange.
ridiculicious is adamant that I should call the Humane Society, which I am starting to consider. Is it naive to assume the police are aware of the situation and have it under control?Edit: I just called the police and they said the officers left food and water for the dogs, and will be out to pick them up shortly. A happy ending *sigh*
My small hope in humanity was restored in that there weren't so many meth labs busted last night that I had to give a case number. The operator knew exactly what I was talking about.
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Date: 2005-08-25 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-25 06:58 pm (UTC)it so totally sucks to be me right now. please find nice new homes for my dogs and send me taunting postcards in prison.
TRACEY!!!
oh wait. I mean....
tracey. :-(
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Date: 2005-08-25 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-25 08:31 pm (UTC)I guess I'm both surprised and disturbed you didn't notice any allegedly telltale Pee-Yew. I know you said she had a ventilation system installed, but I'm still surprised anything she could have had installed into only her part of a condominium building and powered by her unit alone would really have been effective enough to completely eradicate it. Seems like she'd need something seriously industrial-sized and factory-strength, which might raise suspicion in and of itself, at least among the contractors and the condo association. "Ma'am, we really don't imagine your microwave popcorn will be quite that stinky." And disturbed if that telltale stink can be so easily eliminated, because then it's one less clue we have to stop the CrackWhores in their tracks before total mayhem ensues.
Hey wait, is there a Glade product made just for meth labs now?
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Date: 2005-08-25 08:50 pm (UTC)Yes, very disturbing indeed. I don't know what kind of setup she had exactly, we're mostly operating on rumors (one of our neighbor's kids was plying a policeman for info by bribing him with baked goods). Tery thinks most of their cleanup was centered on the loft area, which makes sense as that would be the easiest to keep the dogs away from. The HOA really couldn't do much. Like the police, they can't just barge into people's homes without due cause. They were having a hard enough time pinning her on the dog poop complaints, if you read back far enough. I've looked through the Community Rules and there really is no mention of meth labs ; )
I agree with you 100%. I have nothing against people having a little harmless fun, but keeping what is essentially an atom bomb with the potential to saturate my house with hydrochloric acid is where I have to draw the line. I really hope she stays locked away for a long, long, long, LONG time.
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Date: 2005-08-25 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-26 04:07 am (UTC)