Meth A Memoir

by Wayne Huffman

  Chapter 52

  After Jackie told us that she was knocked up, she said she was going home and stormed out of the house. Angelina, being as awesome as she ever was, suggested I go talk to Jackie. She knew there was going to be drama and I was going to have to figure out what I was going to do about the situation. I got to Jackie’s a few minutes after she did. When I walked in the house, I figured the best way to start this conversation was with sex; nothing better than that just-got-out-of-jail piece of ass.

  Jackie tried playing the hurt, broken hearted role because of me getting with Angelina. In all honesty, I didn’t care how she felt about it. She knew what was up when she started messing around with me, I was a meth cook, every dope whore in four counties was throwing it on me, I wasn’t about to turn it down.

  Anyway, just knowing how Jackie operates was enough for me to decide to lay back and see if she really was pregnant. It would be like her to make some shit like that up just to see if she could get me to leave Angelina. Besides, two weeks before I hooked up with her, she was with Mark. So, if she really was pregnant, it could very well have been his.

  I went out and paid up Jackie’s electric and water bills. Her mortgage was a little behind too, so I paid that as well. I wanted to be sure she was taken care of, whether she was pregnant or not. Jackie being, or pretending to be, pregnant had one big up­side... I could have her and Angelina both without one or the other complaining about it. I was a winner no matter what. I ended up halfway moving back in with Jackie. I was there sometimes, sometimes I stayed with Angelina.

  There was a huge difference in the way I treated Angelina and the way I treated Jackie. That difference really was based on how they acted. Angelina was quiet, sweet, and she had a lot of self respect. She never pressured me about where I had been, for days at a time. She never acted like she was available to anyone, but me. Most importantly, she never asked me for dope or money.

  Because of this, I treated Angelina with respect. I never talked down to her. I never made slick, off-hand sexual comments to, or about, her in front of other people. When we were together, whether in public or alone, I treated Angelina like a girlfriend. I never treated her like she was a dope whore because, to me, she wasn’t one. Angelina was wild, but she had class. I really liked that about her.

  Jackie was nothing like Angelina. Jackie thought of herself as a player. That was fine, it made it that much easier to play her for the fool she was. She was very predictable as well. I knew that, when I showed up at her house, after being gone for a few days, she would start complaining about this or that bill she needed to pay. A lot of the time, I had already given her money for the bill, or paid it myself, but she forgot and she would hit me up for more money.

  There were times when I would give Jackie money for a legitimate reason. I’d give her the light bill money then send her to pay it. She would claim to have paid the bill, then when the lights got turned off, she would act all surprised. Usually, I would leave her ass in the dark for a few days before getting the power turned back on.

  Jackie also presented herself as a whore. She was famous for always saying she could, and would, use what she had to get what she wanted. We used to fuck with her over that. A couple of my buddies and I would wait until she was out of dope, and dope sick, then we would take turns going over there to offer her dope for pussy. She would give up the ass then not get any dope. She would fall for this same scam every time. One time, after three of us had done this to her, we all went back and made her tell everyone who came to the house how we had conned her out of her ass. Then, we finally got her high.

  One day, while I was sitting in the bedroom, working out a deal with Scott and Carson, Jackie comes in the room to change clothes. She stripped her jeans off, while not wearing any panties, right in front of everyone. This pissed me off because, this was one of those times when we were “together”. Fine, she wanted everyone to see her naked ass so bad, I figured I would help her out. I made the stupid bitch walk around the house, butt ass naked, all day long. Since Jackie was really pretty, and had a great body, we had a lot of company that day.

  Jackie was always calling me to ask me for dope, whether she needed it or not. I think she just wanted to see if I would give it to her sometimes. Other times, she would be around a couple of her girlfriends, so she wanted to look big in front of them, by getting dope from me. I would help her out occasionally, nothing wrong with letting her feel special in front of the girls from time to time.

  I wasn’t always free with my dope with Jackie though. One day, I stopped by to see what she was up to. She looked like hell. She said she hadn’t gotten high in a couple days and was dope sick. She was laying in the bed so I figured, why not? I got in bed with her and fucked her for awhile. She tried to be a sport, but mostly, she just laid there. I didn’t care, I was only screwing her because she didn’t feel like doing it.

  When I was finished with her, I got up and got dressed. I took a gram of dope out of my pocket, then threw it on the bed next to her. “There’s your payment, whore”, I told her. She got mad, obviously, then threw the baggie of dope back at me, screaming that she wasn’t a dope whore. “I don’t fuck you for dope motherfucker, I fuck you because I love you!!” was the one thing I clearly remember her saying. I looked at her and said “I love you, too”, then I picked the dope up and left.

  Christy and Leanna, both, moved into Jackie’s house after Jackie got out of jail. I had stopped sleeping with Christy because, she was pregnant (not mine) and she was getting pretty big. Leanna, however, was always good for a piece of ass, when she was out of pain pills, her main addiction. I kept some handy, just for such occasions.

  Christy being pregnant was a bit of a problem for me. I don’t give dope to pregnant chic’s, EVER! I don’t even like to smoke around them, and Christy knew it, but she would still beg me for dope every time she saw me. That, however, wasn’t the main problem I had. My problem was, I knew that, if I didn’t give Christy dope, she would go someplace else and get some. Maybe even from John, who had finally figured out how to make a very low grade of Red P dope.

  John used to keep a staph infection. It was normally pretty bad, and he wasn’t the cleanest person you ever met to begin with. I knew, and I’m surprised nobody else thought of this, or cared, that John sat around squeezing those huge, puss filled knot’s growing on his head and hands. That meant he had staph on his fingers while he was cooking and bagging up his dope. That shit spreads!

  John used to give me dope, every time he came around me. It was a way of paying respects. I always threw the shit away, or gave it to someone I didn’t like very much. I wasn’t about to do any dope he had touched and I was worried about Christy catching something from it if she did any. So, when John was around, I would give her dope, even though I didn’t like it.

  Christy was quite the hypocrite, when it came to her pregnant drug use. One of her friends, Vicky, was pregnant about the same time she was. Vicky was both a meth and pill addict. I used to use Vicky to buy pseudo pills for me, in exchange for money for morphine pills. I didn’t feel too bad for giving her money for drugs, as long as I wasn’t giving her the actual drugs.

  Christy often would cuss Vicky out, about all the horrible things Vicky was doing to her unborn child. For some reason, Christy thought pills were harder on the baby than meth was. Anyway, one morning Vicky came by Jackie’s begging for dope, pills, or anything to get high on. She was telling us that she was so sick; she had spent the entire night vomiting and shitting on herself. I told her I wasn’t giving her shit but Christy said she had some dope she would do with her, so they headed to the bathroom.

  After they were in there for a little while, I heard a scream come from the bathroom. Christy came running out, followed by Vicky, who was screaming, “I’m dying!! Please help me! I’m dying! Get my mommy! I’m blind! Help me!” I didn’t know what to think but, before I had the chance to think about much, Vicky collapsed onto the floor.

  I asked Christ
y what had happened, as I rushed over to check to see if Vicky was dead or alive. I saw that Vicky was crying, so I knew she was still alive; for the time being anyway. Christy told me that she had given Vicky a huge overdose of meth. She claimed she was afraid Vicky’s baby was going to be born fucked up, from all the drugs, so she was trying to make Vicky have a miscarriage.

  I told Jackie and Christy to get the bitch up off the floor and into my Bronco. As they did that, I got my tank of ammonia out and put it in the closet. I told Jackie to make sure no one, including her, touched it or it would be her ass. Then, Christy and I took off. We drove up the back side of Buffalo Mountain, in Johnson City. I found a secluded place to park, in an already secluded area, and pulled in.

  Christy asked me why we were just sitting there. I told her, we were waiting to see if Vicky dies. If the bitch died, we were going to have to bury the fucking body. She started to freak out then but I reminded her that it was her fault for overdosing Vicky in the first place. No need to start worrying about it after it’s too late.

  After a few hours, Vicky started coming out of it. We headed back to Jackie’s but Vicky said she wanted to go to her cousin’s house, so she could get a morphine pill. I took her, asking her along the way if she was alright. She said she thought so but she couldn’t remember what had happened to her. COOL! We told her that Christy found her passed out in Jackie’s bathroom with a needle in her arm. That was a good enough story to keep us from being blamed, in case something happened to the baby later.

  Chapter 53

  I was out with a couple smurfs (smurfs are people who buy pseudo pills for meth cooks) when Mitch called my cell phone. He wanted to know if I was interested in doing a cook at his house that night. He said he had several boxes of pills I could get off of him to cook. I decided, I might as well go ahead and check the place out. I told him I would be by later that night.

  When I pulled into Mitch’s house, the first thing I noticed was that there was only one way in, or out, of where his house was located. There was only one other house on the road he lived on, and it was where you turn onto the road. That meant, there would be absolutely no random traffic. This was really good, for security reasons, as well as privacy.

  Just as promised, there was a huge, red barn that sat about one hundred feet down the driveway from the house. The house was a tiny, one bedroom farm house with a small work shop/storage building beside it. Interstate 26 ran about 50 feet behind the house. That was kind of a down-side to the whole setup but, I could live with it.

  I decided that the work shop would be the best place to do the cook. It didn’t have power but it was close enough to the house to run extension cords to. Leaving Angelina, who had came with me, with Mary, Mitch’s girlfriend, in the house, we set my lab up and got a lamp and fan set up as well. I told Mitch, he could stay in the building with me while I did the cook. That was more me still not trusting him than anything else. I wanted him where I could keep an eye on him.

  Mitch was kind of irritating. He was always asking questions and getting in the way. I got to the point that I wanted him to just die or something. I asked him if he had a burn pile someplace. He said he did and I told him to go start a fire. I said the fire was to cover the ammonia smell, which was true, but mostly I just wanted him to get away from me before I went crazy. He spent the rest of the time I was cooking, burning the cook trash.

  Once the cook was finished, we went back in the house. I found Angelina playing with one of three pit bull puppies Mitch was selling. I ended up buying the pup for $200, and giving it to Angelina as a Christmas present. We named it “Tweak”.

  I started cooking at Mitch’s house quite often after that first night. By quite often, I mean I was cooking there at least four days a week. His place became my regular cook spot. It was also becoming my favorite place to hang out. Since very few people I knew, knew where Mitch lived, I didn’t have to worry about people showing up to bother me. I did start to meet several of Mitch and Mary’s friends there. It wasn’t long before they were buying dope from me, or trading pills to me for dope.

  The thing that I like most about new pill buyers is, they think they really know what they are doing. What I mean is, federal law states, a person can purchase nine grams of pseudoephedrine in a thirty day period. But, no more than 3.6 grams can be purchased in a 24 hour period.

  Most new, even a lot of experienced, buyers incorrectly believe that the law means they can buy nine grams at the start of a new calendar month. Few even know about the law limiting their daily purchase amounts. I would get these new buyers to make a pill run like on the 30th of the month. I would send them out to buy me three boxes of pseudo; this is roughly seven to eight grams of pseudo. Then, a day or two later, it’s a new calendar month so I would send them out again and they would believe they were within the law.

  I got several people that I met at Mitch’s to buy pills for me but, most of them bought pills for Mitch. He would just turn around and let me have them in exchange for finished product, so I ended up with them in the end anyway.

  I took Jackie to Mitch’s house once. We had been partying pretty heavily for a few days when Jackie noticed that her cell phone was missing. For about an hour, I had everyone looking for the phone. She always kept her phone on vibrate so it wasn’t doing any good to call it but I tried anyway. I was hoping I would hear it buzzing somewhere. Finally, someone found it. Somehow, it had ended up in the toilet. It was sitting there in the bowl, vibrating as I called it. I don’t know how it was still working.

  During the time I was cooking at Mitch’s house, I was doing a lot of running around. Mitch lived in Gray, Tenn. and I had to keep driving, from there, to Johnson City to sell dope. I also had to drive to Johnson City and Elizabethton to buy cook supplies. I had a pretty good business starting up in Kingsport also. That meant I had to make a few trips over there every week to my buddy Chad’s house.

  Chad would let me cook whenever I wanted to. I would do a cook every now and then, if I needed dope right away to make a sale. Sometimes I would do a cook if I didn’t want to drive all the way back to Mitch’s just to do it. I didn’t really like cooking at Chad’s because his house was so close to his neighbors. John, however, was cooking regularly at Chad’s. We would run into each other there from time to time.

  One day, while I was watching John do a cook, he mentioned to me that he had seen his friend, Angel. Angel was also Chad’s ex-girlfriend. I had been hearing a lot about Angel but I had yet to meet her myself. From what I understood, she was 18 years old, extremely wild, and half crazy. Best of all, I was told she was very sexy and loved meth cooks; my kind of girl. All the girls I knew who knew her always talked shit about her; that only made me believe that she had to be totally awesome.

  I was at Jackie’s asleep one morning when something woke me up. I looked around and saw a really pretty girl, sitting on the floor beside the bed, fixing her hair.

  She said, “Hi.”

  I asked her, “Who the fuck are you?”

  Well, it turned out to be Angel and the name fit her perfectly, she was an Angel.

  I was happy to finally meet the girl I had heard so much about. We talked for a few seconds and I started wondering if she liked meth cooks enough to climb on in the bed with me. Before I got the chance to find out, I heard voices coming from the front yard. I asked Angel who else was there. She told me that John and Queeny were out in the yard with Jackie and Jessie.

  I jumped out of bed and put my clothes on then ran outside. My tank of ammonia was in the back of my Bronco and I was not trusting John and Queeny out there around it. I carried it into the kitchen then covered it with a blanket. I normally kept it in the kitchen anyway.

  While I was in the kitchen, Jessie came in and we got to talking. She was seeing Shawn at the time and I think she was complaining to me about him that day. I heard Johns truck leave, and when Jackie came inside, I asked her if Angel had left also. I didn’t see her walk through the living room, which I had
a clear view of, but apparently, she got by without me seeing her because Jackie said she was gone.

  I was kind of disappointed that I didn’t get to talk to her more before she left. She seemed really sweet and I wanted to try to hook up with her. Jessie knew me pretty well and she told me that Angel would be heading over to Marks house. I got in my truck and went to Marks myself.

  I spent the entire day there, just hanging out and talking to Angel. Mark, I found out, was hooking up with her himself, so I had to be careful not to be too obvious about what I was saying to her. Even though I was a cook, I still didn’t want to piss off another cook. It wasn’t good business.

  Around 2am that next morning, Chad and Shawn showed up at Marks. We were all hanging out in the garage when they got there. Shawn said they had been out four-wheeling and Chad’s truck got stuck. They wanted to know if we would go help them get it out of the hole it was in. Why not we figured; what else did we have to do in the middle of the night?

  Mark, Chad, and Angel all left in Marks truck. Shawn and I took my Bronco. The Bronco had been fixed since hitting the deer. The area we were going to was a pretty tricky place to get into. To make things worse, it had been raining, and there was a lot of mud where we would be going up the mountain. I decided it would probably be a good idea to let Shawn drive since he had gone into the area hundreds of time. Well, by the time he finally got us in there, my truck needed two new fenders and a door. I think he hit every tree in the woods.

  We found Chad’s truck in a hole that was approximately three feet deep, and full of water. We tried pulling the truck out, but it would not move. The front end was locked up and the wheels wouldn’t turn so, after much trying, we gave up and went back to Marks. He would have to think of some other way to get his truck.

  The night wasn’t a total waste. I had sold my little .22 auto I used to carry around, to Leanna several days earlier. I was looking to replace it with something else and, while we were messing around with Chad’s truck, I ended up buying Marks Colt 1911 .45 caliber pistol. I had been wanting one for quite a while so, when he offered to sell it to me, I jumped on it.