Meth A Memoir

by Wayne Huffman

  Angel walked into the kitchen, as I helped Queeny pack up. She asked if I cared if she ran to the store with Britt and Adam. She said they would only be gone for 15 minutes. I said, I didn’t care but if she wasn’t back before I left, I would come get her later. She understood, and then they left.

  After they were gone, Benny got off of the computer, then started walking around, peeking out the windows. He began telling Queeny to hurry up and get his shit packed up. He said he didn’t want the stuff in the house, now that it was turning daylight outside. We got everything out to Queeny’s Jeep, and was standing there talking when Benny came outside. He walked over to us and apologized for wigging out on us. Then, he invited us back inside to cook.

  Now, I didn’t know this Benny dude very well, but I could tell he wasn’t acting right. I told Queeny that something was up with him and we needed to get the hell out of there. Whether dude was up to something or not wasn’t important, I wasn’t starting a cook around someone who was acting all wishy-washy about the shit. He could freak out and want us to leave in the middle of the cook, when it wouldn’t be exactly possible to do that. No, fuck that shit, I was leaving.

  I told Queeny to follow me, then I got in my truck to leave. Angel wasn’t back yet, so she would just have to hang out till I got back to get her. I drove to the end of the road in the trailer park. When I looked in my rearview mirror, I saw that not only was Queeny not following me, he was actually walking back inside the trailer. I decided I wasn’t going to waste my time with him. If he didn’t want to learn how to cook, then he could keep wasting his time and money. It wasn’t my problem.

  Since I didn’t get any pills from Queeny before I left, I had to go on my own to do some shopping. I hit a few stores and bought what I could. I ended up at a hardware store, where I spent a couple hours looking around. That is very common tweaker behavior.

  By the time I made it back to Chad’s house, it was around 10 a.m. When I pulled into the driveway I saw that, not only had Chad made it home already, but Shawn was there also. I made this discovery not only because their trucks were there, but because they were both running towards me as fast as they could run. I rolled the window down, but kept the engine running, just in case I had to get out of there in a hurry.

  When they got to my truck, Chad said, he thought I was in jail. When I asked, why would I be in jail, he told me a disturbing story. Apparently, I had narrowly escaped disaster, by a matter of minutes. Chad said he had received a call from Britt’s mom, Donna. Donna said a neighbor had called her to inform her that her trailer was being raided by the cops. The neighbor also claimed that Britt’s own trailer, directly across from Donnas’, was also being raided.

  This is what happened, as told to me by those that were there. The reason Queeny had gone back into the trailer, was to get a CD he had burned off of the internet. When he came back out, and saw that I had left him behind, he decided to go ahead and do another cook there. Queeny was carrying his stuff back in when Angel got back. Adam helped him carry his stuff to the kitchen.

  Queeny got his lab set up, then started his cook. Benny suddenly said he had to go out to his truck for something. He was gone for quite a while when Angel decided to go get him to give her a ride to Chad’s, so I wouldn’t forget her later. Not that I ever would have. Angel tells everyone that she’s leaving, then walks outside. As she steps out the door, she see’s cops all over the place. Acting as normal as she can, Angel turns, drops her purse inside the door, says, “cops”, then locks the door before closing it. She then walks over to Benny, who is having a conversation with some of the cops.

  The cops were in the process of raiding Britt’s trailer. No one in Donnas’ trailer knew anything had been going on because all the curtains were pulled shut while Queeny cooked. Britt’s boyfriend had already been arrested when the cops went in with a search warrant, finding dope, guns, and a pipe bomb.

  When Angel approached the cops, one of them asked her, what her name was and where she was going. She, for some dumb reason, gives a fake name. She also said that she and Benny were on their way to visit friends. When asked, who else was in the trailer, she said, “nobody”. They didn’t believe her. I guess Britt’s car sitting there kind of gave it away that Britt was there.

  They handcuffed Angel and Benny, then took the two of them to the cop shop to wait while they got a search warrant for Donna’s trailer. Inside the trailer, Queeny was putting jars in the kitchen cabinets, and hiding what he could, where he could. Britt was running around, freaking out, and Adam grabs a Bible then sits in the middle of the floor, reading it. Queeny yelled at him, “don’t get religion on me now, I need help.” Adam admits that this actually happened. He, of course, never moved until the cops took the Bible from him, so they could arrest him.

  They got them with a lab and 128 grams of finished product. Queeny tried to take the blame but, they wouldn’t let him. Everyone went to jail that day. The whole thing started because, Britt had sold a half gram of meth to a snitch. The cops came to arrest her for it, but she wasn’t home. If her car hadn’t been parked in her mom’s driveway, they never would have gone in to look for her. If Queeny would have just tossed her ass out the door, or window, no one else would have went to jail that day, most likely.

  After Chad told me about Donna calling, I told him and Shawn to go drive by the trailer park, to see if there really was a bust. They did, then called me to let me know that there were still cops everywhere. They said you couldn’t even get into the trailer park for all the cop cars. Chad said he wasn’t coming back home for a few days and I figured it would be a good idea to get out of there too, since so many people knew I was there.

  Mary called Linda to come get her, then I took Mitch to one of his friends houses, and dropped his ass off. I went back to Angelina’s to stay for a while, bringing John with me. When I got there, I had someone drive John and me to Mitch’s house. John’s truck was still there, and I wanted to get it, before the cops did. We got dropped off up the road from the house, and walked down. Hoping the cops were not watching, we jumped in the truck and hauled ass. We made it back to Angelina’s with no problem.

  Chapter 58

  We stayed at Angelina’s house for a night, then I wanted to go to Jackie’s. She was still claiming to be pregnant, but I was beginning to doubt her story because it kept changing. She would tell some people she was pregnant, then tell others she wasn’t. I didn’t know what to believe, and had too much other shit to think about to have to worry about it.

  After I was at Jackie’s for a few hours, I got a text from Angelina, asking me to come back over. Alone. I figured she wanted to fuck, so I left John and went to see her. We spent some time in bed, then while we were laying there, Angelina started asking, what was I going to do about Jackie? I said I wasn’t sure yet, which was the truth, and I told her of my suspicions that maybe Jackie was faking the whole thing.

  Here is something that didn’t seem strange at the moment, but would come back to me later on as being weird. Angelina suggested that I go out of town for a few weeks, to figure things out. She said, I should take off, alone, and not let anyone know where I’m at. I said, I would think about it then we started talking about the bust at the trailer. She told me things were happening just like they did to her friends in Georgia. Apparently, there had been a huge bust there, where almost everyone she knew went to jail. I never thought it strange that she didn’t go to jail, if all her friends did.

  I ended up back at Jackie’s. I was about to leave to sell some dope when Scott showed up. He said he just stopped by to warm up. He was out of kerosene at his house so, he had no heat. I decided to help him out. I handed him a gram of dope and told him to go sell it. He was to give me $50 and he could keep the other $50 for kerosene, gas, food, or whatever.

  The next day, I woke up and looked outside to see that my Bronco had been moved. I went into the living room to ask John if he had used it. He said, Jackie used it to go to Wal-Mart. This was a huge no-no.
Nobody borrowed my vehicle, ever. I walked outside to check on things, my tank of ammonia was fucking gone.

  Jackie was asleep in Christy’s room. I went in to ask her what she did with my tank, and she swore she hadn’t seen it. She said that, had she known the tank was in the truck, she never would have borrowed it. That was possibly true because, she didn’t even really like to ride with me when she knew the tank was in there. I decided to not worry about it. Hell, I had enough gas to last me a couple of years, if need be. It was my own fault for leaving the tank out there, and there was no telling who got it. A lot of people came in and out of the house all the time, anyone could have seen it and taken it. Leave it alone and move on, I figured.

  I sent John, who had his own truck back, and a couple Smurfs to buy pseudo while I went to see Scott. When I got to Scott’s, he was just getting in his car to leave. I walked up to him and told him I had come for the $50. He kind of fidgeted around a little, then he handed me $20. I asked if he was having trouble selling the gram, and he said he had sold it. $20 was just all he had for me.

  Now, I try to be nice to people. I try to help people. I’m a fucking people-person, and while I don’t normally give people cash to help them, I will give them dope like I did with Scott. That gives the person the chance to sell the dope to pay their bill, buy food, put gas in their car, or whatever their problem is at the time, it gives them the opportunity to help themselves.

  Of course, the person can chose to do the dope to get high. In those cases, the person better not come ask me for more help, because I won’t help them again. People, especially drug addicts, need to know what their priorities are. When Scott gave me $20 that meant he was stealing $30 from me to get high. Not the smartest thing for him to do. I told him, I would be back for my money, then I left.

  On my way back to Jackie’s house, I got a call from John. His trucks transmission had gone out and he was stuck at Wal-Mart. I picked John, and the Smurfs up, dropped the Smurfs off at their house, then John and I went to Davy’s house to pick up a tank of ammonia I had stashed there. Once I had the tank, we went to Angelina’s. That night, I decided to do a cook at her house. It was late, and her mom wasn’t going to be home, having gone to Asheville, NC for the night. To me, it was too good a chance to pass up. Sometime during the cook, Mark called. He wanted me to come over to his house. I told him, I was in the middle of a cook, but he told me to bring it with me and finish it at his house. Sure, why not?

  I told Angelina what I was going to do, and she asked to go with me. John wanted to stay there and sleep, so I said she could go. I was packing up a few jars and things I would need, while Angelina took some of her stuff out to the Bronco. The tank of ammonia I had was a small oxygen tank with a ball valve installed in it. I had it fit into a plastic box that once held a set of tire chains for a truck. That way, it could be carried without anyone seeing what was in the box.

  I had the cook going in a one-gallon, plastic paint bucket so I put the lid on it for transportation. Angelina came back in for some more stuff (she never travels lightly) while I headed out to the truck with the cook and the lab. I walked through the carport, then stepped around the corner of the house, and found myself standing almost face to face with two cops.

  I couldn’t do anything. I had a duffle bag full of jars over one shoulder, the cook going in my hand, and a tank of anhydrous ammonia in my other hand. I was screwed. They noticed me almost immediately. I quickly turned to my right, where the garbage can was. Opening the top, I gently placed the cook inside as the cops approached me. One of them was even kind enough to shine his flashlight, so that I could see to put my “trash” into the can. Thank you, Johnson City Police.

  Once I closed the lid on the garbage can, I stepped towards the cops. One of them asked me if the Bronco was mine. I said that it was. The cop then explained that they had been driving by when they saw the passenger door open. Thinking someone had broken into the vehicle, they stopped to check it out. I told him, my girl had just put some bags in there for a trip we were about to take. She must have left it open.

  Angelina came cruising around the corner about that time. She almost screamed when she saw the cops standing there. I quickly began to bitch at her about leaving the car door open, so that she would know what was going on. She caught on quickly. After the cops left, we cancelled our little trip to Marks, and I finished the cook at the house. Yet another near miss I paid no attention to.

  Chapter 59

  Mitch called me one evening looking for some dope. I figured I could hook him up with a little and told him I would call when I got to Kingsport, so we could meet. He then told me he wanted a couple of ounces. A couple of ounces? This idiot didn’t have a dime to his name so, where was he going to get almost $3,000 for a couple ounces of dope? The police, maybe? I decided against meeting up with him. He called and called but I didn’t answer. Homey isn’t stupid.

  Carson called me the same night to ask if I wanted to do a cook at his place. He has a real nice piece of land on the side of a small, mountainous area. The place was mostly wooded and his mom’s house sat at the bottom of the hill. I liked the place, and had actually done a cook in a camper Carson had there, so I said I would do it.

  Angelina and John came with me as I met Carson at the cook spot. I did the cook but didn’t gas off the dope while I was there. I didn’t need the dope right then so, I decided to just leave it in the camp fuel until I did need it. I could just gas it off at that time. During the cook, I was still bitching about Scott pulling that bullshit with the $30. This seemed to piss Carson off, because Scott had stolen some car tires from him not long before this. He said he was sick of Scott’s shit and he was going to make Scott sorry he ever stole from anyone.

  The next night, Chad and Jessie came by Angelina’s to see if I wanted to go to a party in Bulls Gap. I didn’t, but they said there was going to be a lot of people there looking to buy dope. I finally decided to go and took John with us. Around 3 a.m. Angelina called to tell me she had just gotten a call saying Scott’s house was on fire. John and I hauled ass back to town, and sure enough, Scott’s trailer was burnt to the ground. So was his car, which was sitting next to the trailer. Scott himself was at his mom’s house in North Carolina for a few days.

  I knew I was going to be blamed for the fire, and I was, even though I was out of town. With witnesses! Now I don’t know whether or not Carson was the one who burned the house down, but I do know I wasn’t in town when it happened, and that’s all that matters; to me anyway.

  John and I went over to Carson’s house a day or two later. Carson had called me, asking me to come over because he had something for me. When we pulled into the drive, he came outside carrying two duffle bags, which he handed to me when he got into the truck. I opened the bags to find them full of beakers, glass funnels, cold water condensers, and an assortment of other cool lab glassware. This is shit I had been wanting for a long time.

  Carson worked at Milligan College in Johnson City as a cafeteria worker. At lunch time, he had began going to the science building, while everyone was gone to eat, and started stealing this stuff for me. I loved this stuff! We got to talking about doing a cook and he said he wanted to buy some pseudo for me. We made plans to hook up later that day then John and I left.

  We went back to Angelina’s house to pick her and one of her friends up. They were going pill shopping for me too. While we were out, Angel called. She was out of jail, had pills for me, wanted some dope, and needed fucked. We made plans for me to pick her up after I finished the cook. Our out of town trip was back on, Carson and Kim would be coming with us. I’m still not sure how I got talked into that.

  I took Angelina home after we dumped off her friend. She asked me to come inside for a few minutes before John and I left to get Carson. As soon as I walked in, Angelina asked me to put off doing the cook. “Great”, I thought, “now she’s going to start with this jealous shit.” I told her I was going to cook. End of discussion.

  Ang
elina’s mother is a very special lady. She is a former concert pianist, she now teaches piano, and she was born deaf. She is also very religious and says that God talks to her. When her mom tells you, God told her something will happen, you better believe it will happen - every single time.

  As I was walking out the door, Angelina told me, her mother said I should not go to the places I normally go to. If I do, I’ll go to jail. That was fine with me; I wasn’t going anywhere I normally go to. I told her not to worry, gave her a kiss, then left. John and I picked Carson up and took him pill shopping.

  Once we were done shopping, we stopped at Burger King for something to eat. While we ate, I got a text from Jackie, ask me where I was at? She said she needed to see me right away, it was very important. To me, that’s Jackie talk for, “I need some dope.” Not wanting to fool with her, I texted back, saying I was busy and couldn’t get away at the moment. She texted right back, “I’ve got your tank here. Come get it.”

  I asked by text, (I don’t like talking on the phone), who was at her house? She said she was alone, so I told her to get dressed; I was on my way to pick her up. I figured I would pick the tank up and also take Jackie with me so I could screw her while the cook was going. It would be awhile before I’d get the chance to fuck her again so I decided to take advantage of the opportunity while I could.

  I got to Jackie’s and Billy Jean’s Denali was parked in the driveway. I knew he was the motherfucker who stole my tank, now I had proof, since I had just caught him here with it. I was pissed at him anyway because, the same night my second tank was stolen, someone stole my 1911, and I had been hearing that he had been going around trying to sell one. Dirty bastard!!

  I slammed the truck in park and was getting out to beat the hell out of him when John and Carson grabbed me to keep me from getting out. They knew, and convinced me that, it would be a bad idea to start shit with a lab in the truck so, I got back in and we left without the tank or Jackie. Immediately, I got a text from Jackie saying, Billy Jean was only there to give my tank back and apologize. I didn’t really give a fuck what he wanted to do.