Speak Up

In the NYC house of meth, the air swirls around in an air of death, the old junkie, dealer, 24/7 meth lab operates to give you scabs, heart failure, deafness, sinusitis, in quietness. No one cares about this place, what a disgrace. The gov keeps the meth going, for it's buyers, always knowing their place to cook and smoke crank will be blowing. Pipes abound around the streets shops, what a treat for street smart junkies and their flunkies seeking their next fix, making you sick with their second hand smoke and wicks.