I remember walking through knee-length grass, trying to avoid sharp metal objects scattered around the yard. As I approached to knock on the door of the dilapidated trailer, I almost gagged on the noxious odor spewing out.
It was either the stench of a hundred cats urinating at the same time or else it was a meth lab. Of course it was a meth lab.
That was in a different era, the mid-90s when methamphetamine was the new “it” drug and Pierce County was the center of the meth universe. (Note: If you somehow missed it, I recommend picking up a …