Uhhh, inkleberry I think the baby is posting under your username. Precocious little dickens, huh?
And I think someone needs a new diaper, too.
There is no such thing as a victimless crime—it’s a contradiction of terms. Those who produce and distribute controlled substances are the lowest form of scum imaginable. And those who reward them monetarily, and who provide them with effortless access to the things that the rest of us struggle to obtain through honest labor, are at once both equally culpable and despicable.
I’ll say no more on the subject—I never intended to divert this thread.
Yeah, I think you’re right on that. Many times (like noted before) I write in haste, emotions running high and all. But I would venture to guess a good percentage of people do drink coffee on a daily basis, although no real figures to back that up just personal observation. YMMV.
Actually, Tinkleberry is asleep right now. 
But yes, undoubtedly he needs a new diaper. That’s his job.
Ya know, I was trying to give you an out, up there. I guess the only thing left to say about it now is:
EEEWWWWWW!
I’d love to tell people they didn’t need coffee to start their day. But they’d either stare uncomprehendingly or growl. Because at this point in their lives they actually have become dependent. I try to avoid caffeine until lunch - it’s rough waking up unaided, but practice makes perfect.
And it’s not passing judgment - nowhere did I pass judgment. I expressed an opinion. There’s a world of difference between the two.
Didn’t say it made you a bad person, just said that I wouldn’t want to associate with you. And indicated that it called into question your objectivity.
Well, I’ve been meaning to harangue Incubus about his constant referrals to his cruise ship trip, but I’ve never gotten around to it. I did mention to Anaamika once about her posting to the racier threads on the board - so I guess I do it as it catches my eye. And no, I don’t read a lot of the drug threads. But everyone I do read - you’re there. It’s like magic! I was bored at work, this title caught my eye, I wondered what the heck it was about, hilarity ensued.
At the risk of continuing the hijack, nobody “needs” caffeine. A diabetic needs insulin; somebody who is chronically sleep deprived does not need caffeine; they need a decent sleep, a balanced diet, and exercise.
Not that I care that you would want to assciate with me, but if it’s any consequence to you I am smart about usage: my bills are ALWAYS paid first; I never do anything heavy more than a half a dozen times a year (anything more than mj falls into this category for me); I never, ever go out in public nor go to work the least bit inebriated (nor do I ever operate my car - I am really against that, it puts too many people’s lives on the line); I always research before I try something so I know what to expect and how to get myself out of something bad; I always make sure I am around people I trust; and I try to always utilize reliable sources. I am no way a detrement to society, I go to work and pay my taxes. I am usually a pleasant and polite person unless otherwise provoked, a little fiesty I’ll give you (it’s that red-head in me), but an overly caring and compassionate person who always TRIES to see all sides.
Just one of the things that quickly raises my blood pressure is when I get lumped into a category that I know I do not belong to, especially when I’m being stereotyped as someone who can’t tie their shoes and defecates on the floor. I thought that language was out of line and disrespectful. Maybe it’s my fault for being so suceptible to abusive and ignorant hijacks, but I’m sensitive and take things personally.
Maybe you’ve had bad experiences, we all have, and I can’t hold that against you. If I were to judge everyone by just a few, those who drink alcohol would be at the top of my shit list. But I know not everyone is a raging lunatic when they get drunk. My experiences have taught me so much about myself, my values, and who I am. I get great enjoyment out of it and it’s something special I share with those I love. You CAN be a responsible user and I choose only to surround myself with those types. Unfortunately, it seems those you’ve had the bad experiences with are not as smart about the choices they make. I always try to see how my actions affect those around me first.
Going back to the OP, I in NO WAY support those who are endangering the lives of those around them to make a quick buck. If it happnes to be true that her neighbors are in fact running a small lab out of their apartment, I whole-heartedly agree that the book should be thrown at them. I do not advocate selfishness and carelessness. I hope to hear a happy ending to this story and either Inkleberry finds out it was something else or the kids are thrown in jail, I really have been worried about her safety and the safety of her family.
featherlou, there are people out there who feel they cannot function without caffeine, I’m not saying that I agree with that mentality. And you’re right it can be alleviated by proper diet, exercise, and sleep. But with the state of things in our country where people are working long hours and taking care of kids and have debt up to their eyeballs, sometimes those proper things just can’t happen and people have to depend on other measures to keep up or risk losing out. But I agree, I think people need to spend more time worrying about their health and using preventative measures, not everyone has that option unfortunately. It’s a sad cycle.
Am I the only person who thinks that “it must be a meth lab” is jumping to conclusions in a major way? I think it is much more likely that they are smoking some dirt mexican weed, or only cleaning the litterbox very rarely.
You could ASK about the smell. Why is that such a big deal? It’s not like they’d murder you on the spot. If they are by some small random chance cooking meth, you’d probably get a sketchy reaction but it’ll make them realize you can smell it and maybe they’d move it somewhere else or maybe then you can call the cops with a little more certainty. Or, more likely, it could just end with an apology and them changing the litterbox more often.
Just my two cents.
Fer chrissakes, didja call the fuzz or what??? I’m on tenterhooks here!
People who do not change their cat’s litter box are not human. They are intolerable subhumans who have learned how to tie their shoes and in some instances, not defecate on the floor…
grabs cat by the scruff of the neck and lifts him out of the chair Sorry, everybody. I let the cat use my login and password sometimes. Bad decision on my part. Again, I apologize…
I used to do meth back in the day, coke too. In fact, when I was younger, there wasn’t much I’d turn down. I had a bit of a problem for six months or so, then I quit. That was that. I washed my hands of it.
That’s an anecdote about trying it and realizing it was really bad for me.
As of now, I wouldn’t knowingly hang around with people I knew did crystal meth. Cocaine can be a weekend kind of drug, but I’ve rarely met a meth user who wasn’t completely and utterly fucked up on the shit. They lose their health, they lose their teeth, and most of the time, they lose their fucking minds.
There are three types of people I avoid; junkies, liars, and theives. A lot of the time they are one and the same.
There may be some valedictorian meth-heads out there, but I don’t want them at my dinner party.
I wouldn’t even let them in my house. A valedictorian tweaker is a criminal drug offender who also just happens to be a valedictorian.
I’m not anti-drugs, so I can’t say I’d never let someone like that in my home. I wouldn’t leave any valuables out, but you know…
Seriously though, I’ve known several drug users, but I’ve known more drug abusers. If I do two lines of coke at a party twice a year, I’m not a junkie. If I’m cooking meth in my kitchen and living like a hillbilly, I probably am. Having been around so many working in the bar industry, I can tell the difference.
Unfortunately, these meth people rarely have happy endings. Same goes for heroin, crack, and probably some other crap I don’t even know about.
I won’t begrudge someone their buzz until it negatively affects me. If even suspected my neighbor of cooking meth, I’d be on the horn immediately seeing what can be done about it. People who have gotten that far into it are not the anecdotal valedictorian who happened to try meth a few times.
Ten years ago, I might have let them in my house, but not now. I recall a time several years ago when I contracted with somebody to paint the inside of my house. He showed up for the job under the influence of methamphetamine, and left every two hours to do another rail. If it happened today, I would contact the authorities. Back then I was less conservative and more tolerant. In retrospect, I consider it to be nothing more than weakness on my part.
You know, this hijack is seriously taking over this thread. Question for a mod: If I were to start another Pit thread to accommodate the Saga of the Gothlings and their cat-piss-smelling apartment (subtitle: Is baby tinkleberry living next door to a bomb?), would that be considered a joke thread in the Pit?
Indygrrl, please forgive me for reporting your post above. I understand that is the shortest route to getting mine looked at by a Mod, and I’d like to get an adjudication as quickly as possible.
Washoe… are you John Ashcroft?
I tried to move the hijack
May I suggest that those who wish to debate the merits of methamphetamine use view this thread?
I am NOT suggesting that you hijack it. Just that you read it. (No, I am no angel when it comes to having used drugs as a college kid. Fortunately, I survived. Not everyone does.)
What’s that smell? Oh you mean the cat piss smell? It’s CAT PISS. Did you happen to notice my CATS? Yes, that was plural; I have more than one cat, so you probably smell cat piss all the time.
I may be going out on a limb here, but is it possible they know that cooking meth smells like cat piss and/or chemicals you would expect to smell at a hair salon? It just seems like that would be Meth Kitchen 101–get a cat and tell people you are a hairdresser, thus explaining the smell emanating from your apartment.