meth is cool

a trip to a west sacramento thrift store this afternoon reminded me to tell you that crack is whack. i know the woman in front of me was high on meth because i've seen intervention and you don't shake all over and say "huh?" every time the checker says something to you and then freak out because you don't know your pin number or what a pin number is if you're not high on meth.
sometimes the particularly druggy areas of town are absolute treasure troves of vintage finds. today, however, it was for pure entertainment only that i ventured past the check-cashing shops and the long john silver's to look through an entire 30 foot rack of dresses and leave with nothing. well, except of course for the reiteration that mmmm....drugs are bad.