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It is made, for instance, from legal and easily obtained ingredients, not from opiates that must be smuggled ashore. As the first epidemic born on our soil, it is seeding the ground for future plagues while confounding cops and drug czars. Now those rules are void meth has rewritten the book. And invariably - until now - they hit the poor hardest, entrenching themselves like rogue bacteria in the playgrounds and stairwells of projects. Invariably - until now - they then radiated outward, moving from megalopolises to suburban towns, and from there to the exurbs and farmlands. Invariably - until now - they took root in port towns, opening markets in New York or Miami before hopscotching west to other cities. Invariably - until now - they began offshore, imported to America from exotic locales such as Bolivia and Southeast Asia. But for all the pain and confusion sown, drug epidemics were actually orderly things, obeying their own deep logic. When we speak of the drug plagues of the last half-century - heroin, the poisoner of postwar Harlem crack, the deathblow to countless downtowns - what comes to mind first is the chaos they’ve wrought, the derangement of public and private life. “That’s meth - a dairy farmer who forgot he had cows.” After a moment, it comes to me: These are the remains of two calves left to sicken, starve and then melt.Īllen shrugs. Black, brown and moist, it seems to ooze sideways, like an oil spill encrusting the grass. Passing the stockade, I spy something peculiar stretched across neighboring pens. We walk out back to where the other cops are taking vehicle-identification numbers off the trashed cars. “They’re kids whose moms and dads work at Boeing.” “These aren’t no-tooth yokels from trailer parks,” says Allen. Despite dozens of local deaths attributed to meth, and a pitched campaign by school officials to scare teens off the drug, it remains wildly popular on the party scene, which starts as young as fifth grade. That isn’t so much bitterness as bafflement talking.
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Your teeth’ll fall out, your skin’ll scab off, and a month from now you’ll be coughing up chunks of your lung - but hey, what the hell? Party on, right?” “Take a bunch of the most toxic solvents there are, mix ’em up with some Sudafed pills and put that in your pipe and smoke it.
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“Battery acid, ammonia, paint thinner, lye - that’s what you’re smelling,” says Allen. This, says Allen, is where the 32-year-old farmer “cooked,” then dried, his meth. On a bench near the door is an array of buckets rigged to a kerosene vat.
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Additionally, there’s a piercing stench that scours the back of my throat. The squalor inside rivals the scene outdoors, a tumult of garbage and cow shit. Meth - cheap, potent and insuperably addictive - is everywhere in the Pacific Northwest, and coming soon to a town near you.Īllen, a stout man with Elvis sideburns and a thatch of ginger hair, walks me around to the barn. That is unkind, and in any case unjust: There isn’t a town from Tacoma to the Canadian border that couldn’t as easily have earned that mantle. Granite Falls, a town of 2600, is now notorious as Methville or Cranktown among the hundreds of kids bused to school here. Like no drug before it - not crack, coke, Ecstasy or smack - meth has so swamped this rural community that it has largely come to define it. Before that, it was the boy, high out of his mind, who fancied his thick skull bulletproof and blew much of it off with a. The month before, there were the tweakers (as meth users are known) who clubbed to death 17 newborn calves. In the five years since methamphetamine entrenched itself in this former logging town north of Seattle, Allen’s work life has consisted of responding to one outrage after another, each more numbing than the last. “That’s what happens when you start smoking meth - people repossess your cows,” says Chuck Allen, chief of the Granite Falls police force and one of the dozen or so cops and Snohomish County deputies buzzing around the grounds.