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It's a long and complicated story, but basically I was trying to help someone get off heroin. The local "Privatised" place says "Oh, OK. Come in next week!", meaning no methadone to try and help for at least 10 days, so they had to go to a street dealer in the meantime. I went with them as backup, and when we arrived the dealer (short, white, runty) looked at me and my jack russell and said "'Oo dis guy? Iz 'ee a pleeceman?" like he's from Brixton or something! @af82bac8
@d9417feb @af82bac8 That's quite a story. I think that drug dealing may be invisible in some neighborhoods precisely because it's a white enterprise. I say that as someone who moved into my house in 1997, only to discover a few years later that there was a methadone house down the block, with dealers coming and going constantly and no one noticing. It all blew up — literally — when an apartment in the house blew up.
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In the UK most incidents are places catching fire because of the hacked electrical wiring in Weed Grow Houses. Here's a small anecdote. a comedian who had recently returned from New Zealand said while there she'd spoken to someone about how Meth isn't as big a problem in the UK as it is elsewhere. The Kiwi response was "Yeah, that's because it involves COOKING!". Is our culinary barbarism THAT bad?! #EnglishProblems @af82bac8