“I had a very good friend,” a meth dealer told a reporter. “I knew her husband and I knew her kids. Her kids were still small at the time. I smoked her out [with meth] and smoked her out and smoked her out and she started buying it from me here and there. About seven months later she gives her kids to her mom and starts hauling her pussy out on the street. . . . I know people say ‘God forgives you’ and ‘Time heals all,’ but I know I’m [going to] have to answer for that one.”2
