Yeah I don't like meth heads. I admit it, I'm judgemental about it. I saw soooo freaking much crazy **** in my old apts. Babies just crawling around at 11pm. This one little boy that my landlords told me about lived on white bread with butter and sugar. His teeth were completely decayed. His mom just left him alone. He WAS ****ING FIVE YRS OLD!! I still cry over him. The first time I made him a home cooked meal (spaghetti) he couldn't get enough. I eventually called cps on her. That poor boy Brandon. Last I heard he was in foster care. Oh how I wish I had the money and power to help foster kids.