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Intervene.
Or I would regret and wonder the rest of my life.
One time, back in the seventies, I briefly subcontracted some drywall footage to a guy obviously passing through from the west coast. Part of the deal was that I arrive at his campsite with the paycheck so he could shortly continue. Although I didn't see a thing, he remarked that the little girl that peeked out the window of his beat-up pick-up camper, was his daughter. I just shrugged it off.
Weeks later, an unrelated child abduction case made me rethink it. Why didn't I have him checked out, passed off as a routine traffic stop? Who was the child, really? Why was she alone with this sleazy looking character and why was he concerned that she peeked out? It has haunted me ever since.
Meth:
One of the guys I worked with apparently did Crank so often he didn't really show it, because nobody ever saw, or knew, him clean. A pizz test came up hot when he ran over a derail hidden under snow and put his locomotive on the ground. He'd done so many dirty needles, he finally died from hepatitis, not somebody one would want to mix blood with. This is my opinion of many Meth users; don't touch.
For a while, Meth was on the decline. By restricting "big batch" chemicals and the alertness of law enforcement to labs, the busts were taking effect. But now an insidious new threat has emerged;
shake and bake meth. No big lab required. Mix it cold, one-handed in your car while driving with the other. This is bad news. Meth is the worst, most destructive recreational drug ever.
Wes
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