As someone that lives above a meth-lab, that’s a pretty good analogy. One day I’m selling my old car to them and we’re shooting the shit, the next they’re banging on my door at 3 AM saying they’re gonna fucking kill me for literally no reason.

I live next to a meth lab whose resident inherited a pyrotechnics warehouse

Canada doesn’t know what it’s missing. We have our problems too though, we followed everyone else and took lead out of gasoline, it just doesn’t taste the same anymore…