I'm hungry...want some meth?

All of my posts should probably start with...once I was hungry, then I ended up in the back seat of a ______ and the middle of _____.  The blanks this time happened to be a hummer and a meth deal.  SWEEETTTT!

Preface:

My dear friend M says, "hey do you want to go to a pool party, out in Kennesaw Georgia?  It will be really fun, and low key, just a few people."

Me: "Ok, give me the address I'll meet you there."

I show up, it's M, her boyfriend, a couple of other dudes and a chick.  One of the dudes owns the house and is a former police officer.  We're having fun swimming, talking, etc until I decide I'm hungry and they're all whispering over in a corner about who knows what.  So M goes, "hey, you wanna go on a ride along? We can stop for food."  I get into the back of her boyfriend's huge ass hummer, all excited to go find food when they ask, "hey is it cool if we go meet this guy it will only take a second?"  I'm like, "ok as long as I can get some food."  This is perfect because we pick the guy up in the parking lot of a burger king.  Hallaluja! FOOODDDDD.

I scoot over to let this very skinny white kid in the car, only to notice the horrific smell emanating from him.  I thought to myself, wow this guy smells homeless like he hasn't showered in weeks. The guy was maybe 18 or 20, and all I wanted to do was feed him a hamburger.  He was sooooo skinny!  Then I notice, hmm I can't feed him a hamburger because he only has like a few teeth.  Whoa, Ok, so he can't eat, but he can't be homeless because he has a backpack and clothes.  What the hell is going on? 

Then he pulls out some baggies of white powdery stuff and I realize we were never there to get food, and sadly because everyone else is geeked but me we will probably go back without food.  I still had no idea what the substance was because at this time I was very naive and had never been around people doing drugs.  On the way back to the house my friend M very non-chalantly tells me it's meth and that it's totally fine they only do it ever now and then. 

So we head on back to the house, where I quickly realize those on meth don't need food, or even think about food.  So, as I'm rummaging around the kitchen trying to find something yummy I get into a lively debate with the owner of the house about drugs and meth.  He chooses the pro drug side, and swears up and down that because he's a cop he knows what's right and what's wrong.  He also mentions how he takes care of his two year old son just fine, and that he only does drugs when his son is not in the house.  Hmm ok, that's lovely.  So meth is just a casual thing now?  Awesome!

I have no idea what happened after that because I was hungry, tired and wanted to go home to read a book.