Warning: I'm going to vaguely relate cooking, methamphetamine, emotions to create a motif.
To change the subject, I once saw the aftermath of stove top methamphetamine. This was in the apartment of my classmate's mother. We both saw the process set out on the stove. The various pans and plastic bags laying out without shame. I wonder what cooker she made her science on. Did she use the back burner? Did she have the product simmer? However this substance was cooked, it was gone now. By the women, who in fact, had been put on life's back burner.
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