meth lab bust: some afterthoughts
Aug. 26th, 2005 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grrgoylI) Now it's sounding a lot like if Mommy and Daddy make Tracey's bail, she could come back. At least until her court date, which is one hearing I'm guessing she won't blow off. I'm trying to desperately rationalize with Tery all the reasons she'd be better off staying with Mommy and Daddy rather than coming back here.
Apparently the wife of the Board Administrator has been spending all her time combing by-laws and property codes looking for any reason that she can't come back to our community. I love her for doing this. If she does somehow get to come back, I take small comfort in the fact that she'd have to be really, really, really, REALLY stupid to set up another lab. But then, she really has done nothing to my view to suggest that she ISN'T this stupid.
II) Yesterday I heard some neighbors outside my window in the park discussing it. Dave, who has been very active in going after her for fines since I told him about finding the drugs, was patting himself on the back for blowing the whistle on Tracey. He was claiming that it was his discovery of her passed out in her car and then subsequent refusal to let the cops walk her to her unit that tipped them off about her (this happened a few months later). Yeah, Dave, I'm SURE that was it. Not, as I had first assumed, me bringing a bag of actual crystal meth down to the station. I know it doesn't matter in the long run as long as justice is served, but it still burned me a little, him taking all the credit.
III) Tracey's father finally came to get the dogs yesterday, the reason being bringing them to the pound would require extensive decontamination procedures first. The Alcoholic saw him come by and told me it was all she could do not to have a few words with him about his darling daughter, which almost certainly would not have helped the situation any.
IV) Also yesterday The Alcoholic told me she saw no less than 4 "visitors" go home emptyhanded from her place. One guy didn't even bother going up the stairs, apparently quite familiar with what that big orange notice on the door means. Nothing warms the cockles of my heart as much as disappointed drug customers.
V) Finally, I have faith in our court system to put her away for a good, long time. I hope this faith isn't misplaced. What I love most about it is that it's not like finding a bag of drugs in someone's jacket that could be dismissed as circumstantial or planted evidence. It will be mighty hard for her to argue, "Honestly, your honor, I have no idea how that meth lab got into my house!" >: )
I wish I could take credit for this, but it was all Tery's idea:
The Abu-Tracey Scandal
1. I don't see how she can return to the unit if it's "uninhabitable." But I also don't see how they can keep her from doing so. Clearly she's been living with toxic waste for awhile now and has no problem with it.
2. If she thought we were all against her before, how much more delightful will life be for her now that EVERYONE knows what kind of trash she is, as opposed to just a few of us suspecting?
3. Hopefully Mom and Dad had no idea this was going on and decide they'd better keep an eye on their little angel. Although it's hard to believe she's only turned to a life of crime since living on her own, so maybe buying her the condo was their attempt to wash their hands of her and her evil ways...though the argument against this is that they keep coming to her defense and paying her fines, so they're walking a fine line between supporting her and trying to get rid of her. I don't know. If it were me, I would leave her to rot to teach her a lesson, since obviously coddling her hasn't ended well. Tough love, man. Sometimes it's all that will work.
4. The biggest personal reason to me is because if I ever come face-to-face with her again, I really don't know that I could keep myself from physically harming her. For endangering my loved ones and for polluting my neighborhood. See my previous post for how very, very violent I feel about drug dealers.
Apparently the wife of the Board Administrator has been spending all her time combing by-laws and property codes looking for any reason that she can't come back to our community. I love her for doing this. If she does somehow get to come back, I take small comfort in the fact that she'd have to be really, really, really, REALLY stupid to set up another lab. But then, she really has done nothing to my view to suggest that she ISN'T this stupid.
II) Yesterday I heard some neighbors outside my window in the park discussing it. Dave, who has been very active in going after her for fines since I told him about finding the drugs, was patting himself on the back for blowing the whistle on Tracey. He was claiming that it was his discovery of her passed out in her car and then subsequent refusal to let the cops walk her to her unit that tipped them off about her (this happened a few months later). Yeah, Dave, I'm SURE that was it. Not, as I had first assumed, me bringing a bag of actual crystal meth down to the station. I know it doesn't matter in the long run as long as justice is served, but it still burned me a little, him taking all the credit.
III) Tracey's father finally came to get the dogs yesterday, the reason being bringing them to the pound would require extensive decontamination procedures first. The Alcoholic saw him come by and told me it was all she could do not to have a few words with him about his darling daughter, which almost certainly would not have helped the situation any.
IV) Also yesterday The Alcoholic told me she saw no less than 4 "visitors" go home emptyhanded from her place. One guy didn't even bother going up the stairs, apparently quite familiar with what that big orange notice on the door means. Nothing warms the cockles of my heart as much as disappointed drug customers.
V) Finally, I have faith in our court system to put her away for a good, long time. I hope this faith isn't misplaced. What I love most about it is that it's not like finding a bag of drugs in someone's jacket that could be dismissed as circumstantial or planted evidence. It will be mighty hard for her to argue, "Honestly, your honor, I have no idea how that meth lab got into my house!" >: )
I wish I could take credit for this, but it was all Tery's idea:
The Abu-Tracey Scandal
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