Almost got murked by meth heads today. Stopped at an old spot I use to hang at as a kid, took some pictures, and they rolled up on me asking a ton of questions. Thought I was FBI or something but I was taking pics of a sign in the opposite direction of their crib. I haven't lived in that area in 10 years and haven't been here in 8. Their house was a couple hundred feet from where I was at and two in a pickup started questioning why I was doing that, and when I left there was a guy standing near the stop sign of this multi-way public intersection trying to flag me down. I looked at their house and there was an old GMC Winnebago about twenty feet from the house, and a ten foot privacy fence running from the edge of the house to the front door of the van. Weird as fuck. No Gas One.