The Small City of Methamphetamine

We set our scene in a quiet remote and dusty desert mining town. It’s a boom town and right now it’s in a slump. But the mining continues day and night. There are about 18,000 people living in this town. Enough people to keep a few schools operating and plenty of car repair shops. And just enough people to mask a significantly large meth operation.

Now the miners love the tweek. Keeps them on all night while they’re working. Those dark shifts get long, and the last thing you need is a 200 ton equipment controller falling asleep. So the two-hundred ton equipment operator does up a gram of tweek before the shift and he’s good to go for four hours until his next gram at break time.

The illegal aliens love this town too. They go by unnoticed for the most part, but they’ve set up a nice little business for themselves down by the train tracks. Mostly trailer parks, but you get a few weathered looking houses here and there. The fume is enough to keep a person awake for days. Dig through a garbage can and you’ll find broken beakers, cold medicine boxes, old car batteries, kerosene containers… the ugliest stuff you can imagine. And that’s about all you’ll find. Maybe a few neglected children running around in dirty clothes.

Some people don’t know, and others won’t admit it. But meth is running this town. If the police don’t come in and start crackin some crack-heads, this sleepy little mining town will never sleep again. These dope dealers start at the junior high school. Most of them are kids themselves. They’ve got a mom or a dad who brews the stuff up in a bathtub at home, this methamphetamine. Fourteen year-old kids are turning in ten page essays and too spun to realize they wrote the same sentence three times in a row on six of the pages. They think they’re accomplishing more when really they’re just making scrambled eggs out of everything they touch.

The parents aren’t much better. Working in the mines is a tough job and the guys out there need something to keep them going. And since drinking is all too tell tale, the drug makes them feel excited about work and able to take on the world.

But yes, the local government is in the know about the problem. And like any government, it doesn’t go without some corruption. That’s where it all gets interesting. The former mayor had some shady deals going with the underbelly of the meth operation. The sherriff got wind of it and the people kicked him out of office. The new mayor comes in and vows to clean up the town. Now the DEA is in there kickin some heads to the curb. We’ve now got entire neighborhoods that are roped with yellow tape. Men and women in white hazard suits walking in and out of houses and trailers like an E.T. invasion. The smart kids are getting out of dealing and back into school. The parents are going to church and trying to clean up their heads.

We now see an old boom town, covered in yellow tape and white suits, trying to go about its business. In five years it will have twice the population it has now. Crystal meth will slowly poke it’s ugly head out of hiding and the cycle will begin again. Educate the children, or meth will never die.