IS THERE A METH LAB COOKIN' IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD?

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Many people may be unaware that they're living near a meth lab. Here are some things to look for: |
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Presence of the following items could indicate the existence of a meth lab: |
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| Alcohol Benzene Freon Chloroform Starting Fluid "Heet" Phenyl-2-Propane Phenylpropanolamine Red Phosphorous Lye (Red Devil Lye) Muriatic/Hydrochloric Acid Epsom Salts Sodium Metal Propane Cylinders Ephedrine (over-the-counter) Bronchodialators Rock Salt |
Ether Toluene/Paint Thinner Acetone Camp Stove Fuel/Coleman Fuel Anhydrous Ammonia White Gasoline Phenylacetone Iodine Crystals Black Iodine Drano Battery Acid/Sulfuric Acid Batteries/Lithium Wooden Matches Hot Plates Cold Tablets Energy Boosters Diet Aids |
If you suspect a meth lab in your neighborhood
CALL THE BUFFALO POLICE DEPARTMENT 417-345-8836
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The below text is copied from original testimonials from methamphetamine users! |
| This is my drug story, which also happens to my current life. My name is Andrea and I'm 17, a couple of days ago i realized that i was only truely happy and loved when i was sober which was April 05'. I have been a tweaker for 8 months now and it honestly has reuined everything in me. Not only am i doing crystal meth, but i smoke pot, do E every chance i get, and whatever is brought to the table. I wish i just wouldn't have gotten into it. I am an addict.....That is something i never thought i would have to say about myself. I was once a good kid with a future. I was on the prinicples list for all of my high school and i played sports and particpated in church activites just to please my parents. My family really does love me and they make me so happy, but they are blind. Even though i have gone down from 140 pounds to now 97 they dont think that im doing anything or even a bad person. I love that feeling of trust they give off, but its a fake trust which makes me feel guilty and i know if they ever found out it would kill them. I wish the trust and love could come back and not have any fake attachments. My good friends are gone and now I have only the Tweakers and "Bad Asses" to socialize with. The truth is i hardly socialize. I just take out my car and with a drug dealer friend of mine, we go sell meth and smoke and do lines like crazy. He isn't even a true friend. He never contributes for gas and on his bad days he does act nice but its because he wants sexual favors.....of course if i want my dope i give in. What have i become? I hate this life. It isn't a life, its a death sentence. I am slowly killing myself. i want to quit everything and leave the friends and get back my architecture scholarship. i just want to be happy again, but on my OWN and not on the dope. I'm a lost girl. If only i saw this before then i would have dropped the new crowd of friends and talked more with my family. but i need meth, without it i die, but with it i die as well. life is complicated and short and its just better to be able to feel happy and awake without drugs and loved by people who care. drug addicts only care about themselves....i know this because i have abandoned my family and true friends for a substance that only works with continuous use and kills everything in you. This is the most selfish thing someone can do. Perhaps i will loose track of time and forget about meth and come clean. Life would be better without meth and having those horrible tweaker senses (tweaker senses=<what i do> constantly search for cops, i think everyone is searching on me, i feel that in order for a boy to truely like me i have to have sex with them, always feel the need to get money and a 20 sack is never enough) Lets just say tomorrow will be better and i will be closer to quitting considering tomorrow i am also admitting myself into a rehab facilty. its time for change for the better.....its my rebirth. --Andrea |
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| My name is Beth and I would like to share my story with you. In the summer of 2003 I was living with someone I thought was my friend. She hooked me up with this guy and shortly after I met him. I met crank, before that I had used pot then alcohol, and sometimes crack. Even though I liked those once I tried meth I was hooked. I used quiet a bit of it for about 2 1/2 yrs. then I started going in and out of treatment, but it didn't seem to help. Finally I had enough. In Nov. of this year I quit and I've been sober since. Now let me explain to you what meth did to me. I mostly smoked it. It totally fried my brain. Luckily I still and some common sense and am still fairly smart. Even though I can't remember appts. and alot of my past. It also tore me away from my family. They've basically dis-owned me because they don't believe a word I say anymore. I don't really have any friends anymore and the one true friend I still have, has lost her top teeth and is going to lose her bottom teeth because she used to do dope. That was when we weren't talking though. She's sober now, but she still deals with consequences of her meth use even after 2yrs of being sober. I have almost died from over-dosing on it. and am extremely lucky to still be alive. To find out more and/or ask me questions e-mail me at devil_lucky_lady@yahoo.com. --Beth P |
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| Well, I dont quite know where to begin. I stumbled on this site because for some strange reason it keeps me clean and sober researching as much as i possibly can about meth(ICE), My problerms all started in 2003 I had never done drugs at all and i always said that i would never touch it no mater what....I was wrong. That old saying curriousity killed the cat couldnt be more true. I started out with my drug of choice beeing cocain...I was on top of the world when I was on that stuff, I started using it when we first bought our first home, I was 27 and had been with my husband since I was sixteen years old and had three kids. Life was looking good, until I met up with someone who was willing to show me where and how to do cocain, and I dont by any means blame this person, because I went to her and asked her to let me experiance this drug. I tried it and I liked it, well who am I kidding I loved it!!!! I couldnt get enough of it, I started hanging around people who knew where to get it and would stay up all night long with these people snorting coke until my nose was so swollen and I coulndt even swallow my own spit anymore, we would sit up and play Tunk and dominoes well until the next day or until all the dope was gone and we had no more resouresed to pull to get more. I would get so high that I had to drink in order to function. I ended up loosing my house because I could no longer manage my money or think straight, and My husband who I feel is the greatest man on this earth put up with so much of my crap, He doesnt do drugs of any kind he has done nothing but work to support me and his kids since hes been with me, and He would go with me to these places with these nasty people and stay there with me while I did my drugs, I can remember him saying all the time come its time to go we need to go get our kids and go home, and I would argue with him and want to stay out all night cause i was so wired up on dope and I didnt want to leave if there was still coke to be done. I continued in this manner until we lost our house, and had to move in with my parents for a couple of months until we got ourselves an apartment in a very low class area........thus began my dance with METH...ICE. I came to discover that Ice was a lot cheaper and lasted a lot longer than coke I thought oh this is ok I can still function I would stay up for 1-2 days and when i would crash i would put blankets on the windows and turn of the ringers on the phone I coulnt stand for one little streak of light to shine in our apartment, and my poor babies thought ok we are just shutting ourselves in for the day....I always thought I wasnt hurting anyone cause i took care of my babies I would get involved in PTA and sports and all that stuff, but before I knew it where I userd to spend money on clothes for all of us to wear rso we could all look nice going out i would try to hold back anything I could so I would have monney for dope, ended up we had nothing in our house anymore it came a time when i had no phone no vcr, dvd player or our ps2 or even my wedding rings anymore, and this is so bad because my husband makes decent money, and I just put him in the hole deeper and deeper. Through all of this I lost contact with my family, and I had no friends only people who wanted to do dope. I used to be somewhat of a vain person I was very much into my looks my hair my clothes and make up and it got to the point I was looking like shit all the time, all I wanted to do was be on ICE, I tried to convience myself that my babies didnt know what was going on, but I would be in the bathroom all night long there were times I would be in there for 6 hours skitzing on a damb glass pipe think there is still some dope in here if i could just burn it right, why I kept doing the stuff I dont know I mean really what fun is it when your holed up in a little bathroom going through lighters like air.....everyone who has done this knows what I mean, you know when you burn up every freaking lightere you have and resort to crazy stuff like trying to heat your pipe over a lit candle, you get blisters on your thumb from lighting the lighter so much....but you keep saying oh theres a hit in there and the black smudges on all your shirts or towles where you have wiped your pipe off so many times.. i mean really that is just gross. I say that now that I am 7 mos clean and sober I dont even drink anymore becauese im afraid if i drink I will loose control and make bad choices,,,,,, I am so blessed right now God is working in my life and hes is giving me back everything I have lost to this drug Hes giving me a second chance and Let me tell you how good it feels to go to bed everynight and wake everymoring and not have been up all night chasing dope, it feels good to have my family again, It feels good to have finacial stability again, I even have a very good job now I have my own office now and work with my dad out of my home, We are looking to buy another house and resettle, You think when your high you are on top of the world but your not, I think the reason I did the drugs was because I had nothing else to do so i did it out of boredom, you dont need it though, and you know I have no friends anymore but I am ok with that all i need is my husband and my kids and family and they come second to noone anymore, I can even say my face has cleared up and I have gained some major wieght but I feel good again, I had done so much of that stuff that i had black marks above my upper lip that looked like a moustache wich isnt to attractive on a female... but now I am back to myself again and into the hair and nails and shopping again wich may sound a little materialistic but hey thats me. the area I live in now is infested with Meth users i mean its horrible people dont even blink in my neiborhood I wll be so happy to leave this place and get away from these people but at the same time I look at them with there hollow faces and sunken eye sockets with sores all over them, walking arournd trying to sell anything they can even the shoes on there feet for a little Ice, and my heart trully aches for these people, they are like empty shells just walking around with no souls, I know nonone ever says they want to turn into something so horrid, but it happens to the best of us. You can kick it if you try, i went with no rehab or anything it was pure grace from God wich is also the only reason i still have my husband in my life. Anyone reading this who may be looking for some answers I dont have them but I do have a heart that feels again, and an able voice to pray for you... God life is wonderful on the othere side. --Char |
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| Reflections: 1 I was breathless, having just lost my job, standing in the soiled kitchen with crap piled everywhere like the lies of my life. The phone was still in my hand as I absorbed that 14 years were gone, decided against me. Too many nights without sleep add up and folks notice that Mark was once a good worker and is now a useless junky punk. My boss said that it was over, to come in and sign papers, and that he was sorry. I said, "please, let me try this one more time", and he said, "no, this has been going on too long." And that smug bastard was correct. It had been going on too long. I went up and met my associate from work at a Waffle House to avoid embarassment since I was still generally liked at my job, and because no one really wanted to see me at that stage anyway. I signed the papers, got my severance package, and drove away after shaking my associate, my co-worker and good friend's hand, and left everything I had put my life into for 14 years on a dotted line in a Waffle House parking lot. I cried all the way home and called my mom to let her know how completely shitty my life had become. She cried, I cried so hard I had to pull over, and we said that it was time to do better. I wanted to so badly...but only sunk lower. Before this day though, meth came into my life as a sidebar. I was seriously into blow (coke) and drinking. I would frequent a bar and score on certain days and drink and be stupid and funny and that was my lonley life. Recently broken up from someone I loved, I felt that what I was doing was ok as long as I could maintain. And with blow I did maintain, just never went anywhere or improved as a person, but I did show up to work more or less on time. One day, the blow guy hookup said he couldn't score but had some ice if I wanted it. Well, I was good and toasty by then and in the mood for whatever. He knew he shouldn't be letting me do it because he gave me a very long lessson before he handed me the bag. He even had to instruct me in the way of doing it. I didn't care, I just wanted to stick something up my nose. And boy did I! It wasn't a "hooked on the first line" type, but yet I was very involved. I was a smart, motivated, sucessful guy and I thought I knew it all. But I learned how meth and lies can persuade even the smartest and most contientious person. I lost 40 pounds in 2 months. I lost $5,000 in 2 months. I met my soon-to-be fiance in those two months and it got worse, much worse, from there. This is called Reflections. I can't say my whole story at once, I just can't. I'll write to this Letters page from time to time and try to tell it all for those that keep up; just look for Reflections in the heading. I do want to say that I've made it out, barely. And I will never lie or embellish my story; all of it is true including my name. And all the other names of f-ups will be true as well. Please tune in, I won't keep you waiting long. --m |
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| Never touched it, but costed me all My name is Kevin, I have never used meth, and can't say what it does to you. But I can tell you what it does to the people around you that doesn't do it. I had been married for 6 years. I am a successful car dealer.Jan.14, 2005 my wife at the time came home one day and tells me she has something to tell me, she tells me I'm not going to like it...I ask her what? She tells me she wants out of the relationship. We have a 5 year old girl. Not really a big shock to me at the time. Things were kind of rocky. I did ask why, and in response she said I didn't make her happy. She then leaves and takes our little girl. In a period of 2 weeks i had my daughter almost every night, a little strange because the excuses she was giving me was that she had job interviews. When I confronted her about all the excuses she gets very emotional. 2 months later I get calls from her family members saying they cant watch my daughter every night. So I go to the apt were she is living 30 mins from my house, to find nothing in the apt. no water, no furniture, nothing! When she left me, she took EVERYTHING we had. I didn't object to that because I wanted them to have every thing they needed. This apt was stripped. I couldn't believe it. I asked her were everything was and she replied in storage. She said she was moving again but I found out later that she sold at least $25,000.00 worth of stuff for $3000.00.The very same day I got a call from her grand mother she was crying telling me that her grand daughter was on that shit. I have heard of meth but didn't know what it was. So I immediately went to her mothers house and picked up my daughter. She has been with me ever since. her mother has yet to try to get her back. I got a phone call from my ex her name is Christina, she was in jail for stealing from her own mother. I told her she could stay there. When she gets out, she try's to reconcile and starts confessing of all the bad stuff she has been doing. By this time I have done a lot of research on meth and the outcomes of it. It scared me to death. My daughter was around this mess! I have so much hatred for the drug and for those who choose to do it. I told her to get lost. I felt so much betrayal, I was giving Christina over 100.00 a week thinking it was going to her and my daughters well being. While I was doing without, instead it was going to every Tom, Dick and Harry for drugs. I feel so used. Then I start getting robbed every time I turn around. My out building was the first, then it was my house. there was a knock on my front door one day. One of the roughest looking guys I have ever laid eyes on, he asks me if I know Christina I reply, use to. He tells me she owes him a lot of money, I ask him how much and what for? he said 600.00 and it wasn't my business why. So I ask him why was he at my house, he tells me Im responsible for her debt. I am 6'2" 280 pounds, I don't take no shit, needless to say he got a beating he will never forget! Christina was so smart she had spent over $20,000.00 dollars on credit cards she got in my name. she also got into my personal checking acct. she is so smart she didn't have to write a check she done "pay by phone". she would pay anybody's bills and they would give her cash for instance a 300.00 power bill she would get 150.00 cash. all of last year she seen her daughter maybe 6 times if that. I also found out that this isn't a mans world cant prosecute her but she can take as many warrants out on me for any thing she wants. I was arrested for assault on a female when I refused to give her money she tried her best to black mail me. Ended me up in jail of course, I was found not guilty, of a crime that she said I committed 8 months prior to the day she took papers out on me. I'm still fighting for custody of my sweet and innocent little girl. I haven't yet to see a dime come from her mother for her child, but in return I don't expect nothing of her. I have never wrote any thing like this before, but I feel good that I did. If anyone has any advice please share it. My email is onsomebeach1@aol.com --Kevin |
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| On My Block The other day I told judge Walton that meth was everywhere and it was killing us . I cant pay my gas bill. Crystal lost her baby to the state. Tara's baby died. We're all struggling. Peace? Hell no. Its war and its war to get rid of us. The people on my block are at war. War on ourselves. Just like they want. Whoever they are. --Scott |
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| My name is Erica, I'm 22 and I'm a felon. I've been to prison and jail numerous times do to my abuse of meth. I started when I was 19, initially it was to lose weight. It didn't take long for the weight to go the only problem was I was still using. I'm 5'91/2" and by the time I had my first arrest ( 6 months from the time I started) I weighed 115 lbs. I started off using meth, but sooner than I realized "meth" was using me. I started selling dope to pay for my habit, because I had lost my job ( I could never seem to get to work on time). So I was the dope chick, I ended up with an abusive boyfriend (my dealer), eventually left him and remained on my down hill slide. I went to jail 8 times until I finally ended up with a sales case and went to prison. I was given 2 yrs. with 1/2, so I do 13 months. I'm 22 with almost 10 felonies. I've lost everything, my freedom, and my family. I turned my back on my family because I thought the drugs and my "new family" were more important. Boy, was I wrong, if knew then what I know now, I would hope that I would do things differently. I've been clean for a year, that's a miracle in itself and my family is slowly coming around. I'm in a rehab and working my steps. If anyone actually reads this PLEASE NEVER USE METH. It will take everything you've got and then some. I talk about it like it's a living, breathing, thing because to me it's alive! It sounds corny but trust me when I say it starts off real cool, then all of the sudden it takes over and your life becomes a living $@##. I put three years into the dope show, and they say it'll take double that to get back on track. I hit my bottom early some are not as fortunate. The only advice I can give anyone is to remeber this one thing: the moment you use for the first time you need to realize you are going to jail, and eventually jail. Now you can never say again that "you didn't know." You've been warned. please think twice before giving you life to the "dope show." --Erica, a recovering addict |
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| Mother In Despair I am convinced this drug is the essence of all evil. I’ve never witnessed anything take everything that is GOOD out of a person. They become totally obsessed with themselves…all about them... We discovered our 27 yr. old daughter was using meth last October, after having had to deal with her “skin disorder,” which now we know was caused by this drug. She still thought she had “Morgellon”s Disease,” (look it up on the website). We had taken her to various doctors, one asked about a drug history, she angrily walked out. My husband suspected then, however, her boyfriend and I wanted to believe that she had something wrong with her skin. We had to see the paraphernalia before our very eyes before the 2 of us “got it.” She still continued, and probably still continues to believe she has “parasites,” (delusional parasitosis from amphetamine abuse). Has anyone else out there gone through this???? She had come forward 2 yrs. ago, admitting she had an addictive personality, and wanted help in getting off pain pills. She and her boyfriend moved here to Colorado so she could get treatment/help. Ironically, she met her connections for meth in rehab. This is all such a nightmare. Up until her rehab here, she hadn’t heard much of the meth drug… In a matter of 6 months, she has lost her car, job, boyfriend, and now her family. She is housing with her “supplier.” We know she is snorting, smoking, and now injecting. I should be making wedding plans instead of losing sleep over what might happen to her. She has missed my birthday, her father’s birthday, lost her boyfriend, missed the Holidays, etc. What is the damn thrill of this evil chemical? We know she was in the ER for “nausea, vomiting, drug withdrawal.” Yet she continues to live this “life.” What is the thrill of going into a rage? Is the rush of this hideous drug worth all of the other hell one goes through? I don’t get it…I attend support groups, pray every day, however I’m going through an Angry stage realizing just how ultimately selfish and sociopathic this drug makes one become… Up until meth, she still had a conscious. Why wouldn’t one want to get off of this stuff that makes One become engulfed in nothing more than themselves, with absolutely NOTHING to give back. What a living Hell… We have tried to help her in every way possible up until now. We have given it up and can only hope she’ll eventually get sick and tired of “living” like this? I am angrier every day at the selfishness of this addiction disease. We are here on this planet to “give back.” It’s the antithesis of anything that is Good. The “fruits of the Spirit,” become rotten to the core. --Mother In Despair |
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| I was reading the storys on this sight and thought I would send in a peom that I wrote hoping that maybe it might somehow help someone begin to understand the hopeless feelings that come with being a addict.I'm 41 yrs old and been on drugs for 28 of those.I been doing meth. since I was 17. Although I managed to so called mantian for many yrs the drug has consumed my life in every way.I have let my friends,family,God,and mostly myself down in many way. I been burned from cooking meth.Had bottle blow out in my face forcing chemical through my nose and mouth causing severe scaring of my vocal cords and lungs.Have been to prison once and am at the moment under the supervision of a drug coart having already failed 2 test and if I fail 1 more facing a sentence of 6 to 22 years.I have 3 children and have already missed the oldest one's graduation from high school and tec college.My daughter is to be married in a few month and my youngest son graduate in my and still beyond all understanding I continue to scew up.I've been clean for only 2.5 months now and I am tired of living the life Meth has given me.I am so very, very tired.This peom might explian some of my dispear and that in some way will help someone else.You know for many yrs my motto was sleep when you die,well when you don't sleep much you want to die!!!
11/27/05 --cm |
These Are True Stories from Meth Users
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Chief Sam Hartsell
Buffalo Police Department
417-345-2709 - 417-345-8836