That is almost certainly a wildly incorrect usage of the term “methylated” but it fits well enough with what non-(bio)chemists are apt to make of it. Not too far away, or perhaps not nearly far enough away, are some neighbors with what police have described as “interesting family dynamics” to coin a euphemism. Translated, it means it is not unusual to hear at least part of quite loud and vulgar arguments. Not even creative vulgarity, alas. These can happen at all hours, day or night. Generally, such are ignored. If they are enough to disturb sleep, well, that rates calling for some intervention.
I had been under the impression that the husband (I presume) was the problem, the wife (I presume) was the quiet, stable one, and the kid (well, the youngest of the trio) was following in father’s misplaced footsteps. This could be wrong, of course. I do not know the “interesting family dynamics” in detail – and I suspect that is for the best.
A bit over a month ago there was a LOT of police activity in the area. This is not new. Over the last several years it has come to the point where if I see two or three squads parked in the area I just kinda shrug and figure, “Oh, them again.” and go on with my business. This was different. Many more than three squads. Add a few sheriff’s cars. And a… couple other things? Checking the local newspaper’s web site the next several days revealed nothing. Not even a generic “responded to an incident at” entry. Odd.
Well, recently the coverage was updated with an article rather than a log entry. Here is an excerpt:
In the purse, officers discovered approximately eight grams of meth, a plastic baggie containing meth residue, a plastic baggie containing pills determined to be Xanax, a package containing psilocybin mushrooms, a meth pipe, and over $2,000 in United States currency. Xanax is a Schedule IV controlled substance. Psilocybin is a Schedule I controlled substance.
In the remainder of the house, officers discovered other paraphernalia containing meth residue and additional Xanax pills.
And their next door neighbors have at least a hint of being similar.
Yeah. Lovely neighborhood. I’m so thrilled. Then, the closer neighbors, who I know rather better even as nonsocial I tend to be, are good.