Chapter 80: The cops had one other piece of information

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......to add to what they got from Shaniqua.

Music. Loud music.

AHA! Even dim-bulbs can glow given enough current. A light dawned in their feeble minds. The cops paid a visit to the perpetual party above my apartment. They knew it was cover for a meth lab because the new mayor had told them in no uncertain terms to ignore it. The meth lab was part of his operation. Someone, as usual, didn’t get the word.

It’s always a BAD idea for a drug dealer to partake of his own product. That never ends well. It’s even worse to do so at the lab where they make the stuff. One of the lab ‘technicians’ was higher than a kite. When he saw the cops he panicked. He pulled a gun and shot one.

The cops reacted as cops tend to do when taking fire. They returned it. Overwhelmingly so. Chemicals were spilled.....then ignited, causing the lab to blow up and scattering flaming liquids everywhere. A fun time was had by all. All of the druggies died right then and right there as did many of the cops. Naturally the building caught on fire. The floor under the HEAVY steel cast iron tub that the drug makers were using in their lab fell thru the burning floor directly on top of me.

The ‘project’ that I was living in was OLD, older than me and I’m pretty old. Many of the projects appliances were as old as it was. The bathtubs for example. Many of them were old time cast iron tubs with feet that were much bigger and MUCH, MUCH heavier than bath tubs of today. The one I was in was like that. Big and heavy...with feet. It was comfy.

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