Today’s editorial on meth addiction was a natural for me to write because of an experience I had about four years ago.
I had just come out of a store in a Lakewood strip mall and had opened my car door to get in, when I heard someone behind me saying something. I turned around and almost gasped out loud.
Standing there was a woman – I can’t even estimate her age – with straggly hair, a face covered with sores and the worst teeth I’ve ever seen. She asked if I could spare some money.
I think I knew at once that she was a drug addict, and I’ve since seen photos of “meth mouth” that looked as bad as hers. (Click here if you have a strong stomach.) I knew that if I gave her any money, it likely would go toward buying drugs. But frankly, I was so horrified by her appearance that I gave her a dollar just to get her to leave.
Since that happened, I’ve been more careful to check out who’s nearby as I get into my car.