You can’t hide a meth house in the winter.
47 Poplam is the only home on the block without snow on the roof and the shutters are stained yellow from the chemicals in the ‘lab’.
They try their best to hide and the local sheriffs look away. But I know what’s going on in there.
I’m a customer. At least I was until last week.
You don’t play me like a fool. I’ll show the fuckers they messed with the wrong dirty cop. Come tomorrow, no more lookin’ the other way.
You can’t hide a meth house from a meth head.