Count me as another one who doesn’t understand meth addiction.
I’ve done crystal meth a few times in my life, both snorted and freebase (a couple of times, when I was partying with some guys I didn’t know really well and wanted to stay alert). OK, yeah, I liked it, it made me feel pleasantly perky, but I never felt “man, I gotta lay my hands on some more of that shit.”
I’ve also worked with a methhead, his teeth, as far as I could tell, were fine (couldn’t see his molars, but he didn’t have the bad breath that I would expect of someone who had teeth that were rotted away.) The guy was a pathological liar and an assgasket, but I think these traits were inherent in his personality, although when he was jonesing he was more of an asshole than normal.
I’ve arrived at the conclusion that the problem isn’t the drug, it’s in either the psychological or biochemical make-up of the addict, same as with any other randomly selected drug.
But, yeah, I used to work at Wal-Mart, and there was a limit on the number of boxes of Sudafed (or pseudoephedrine-containing cold medications) you could buy. I could never bring myself to believe that this nice, thirty-something mom surrounded by a gaggle of sniffling kids (and telling me she had a sniffling husband at home, and starting to sniffle a bit herself) was operating a meth lab in her basement. And really, putting a limit on the number of packages you can buy is not going to thwart someone who’s determined to lay his hands on a bunch of Sudafed for cooking purposes. Hell, they’d just steal a double handful of the shelf, or watch the store to see what time the trucks came, then grab the entire cardboard boxful when the stockers brought it out to put on the shelves.
BTW, Evil Soulless Mart also has a policy of not selling Liquid Paper, White-Out or similar correcting fluids to anyone under 18. Apparently, they assume that any non-adult is buying it for, ah, recreational purposes. No way they could want it for as bizarre a use as for correcting mistakes on their school assignments.