The following story shows what meth does to your brain.
We’ve all heard how mobile meth labs have become, but a young man in Chicago has taken the concept to the extreme. Joseph Hoffman, 25, was arrested on Christmas Day when he passed out in the back of a cab. The cab driver tried to wake his passenger and couldn’t, so he called police. During their efforts to determine identity of the young man they found drug paraphernalia and what appeared to be a mobile meth lab in his book bag.
Since cooking meth uses volatile chemicals, police immediately called in the fire department and initiated a Level I Hazmat response. Fortunately, there were no injuries during removal of the drugs. What officials did find amounted to about 3 pounds of meth worth nearly a half million dollars.
Once Hoffman woke up police asked for and obtained his permission to search his apartment where they found a variety of other drugs including GHB (date rape drug), ecstasy and cannabis (marijuana) along with $1,400 in cash. All these discoveries resulted in numerous charges including the manufacture and distribution of meth, three counts of controlled substance possession and two misdemeanor counts of possession of drug paraphernalia and marijuana.
Mr. Hoffman was being held in the Cook County jail on $100,000 bond. In order to get out he will have to produce $10,000 in cash and show proof of where the money comes from. In other words it can’t be from illegal means.
It’s quite obvious Mr. Hoffman has been sampling his own product a bit too much.
For a different point of view on what meth can do to you, the following is a poem written by an inmate of the Gila County jail. He has given his permission to have it published. Out of respect for his privacy, his name will not be revealed.
Staying up all night peeping out the blinds
I know no one is there, I think I’m losing my mind.
As I load my pipe ready to take another hit
I say to myself “Why am I so loyal to this s___?”
As my Bic flicks twisting that bowl from two to ten
The stem hits my lips I’ve found a new friend.
Many times I’ve fought to put the pipe down only to
Pick it back up on my face a disgusting frown.
I ask myself “Why and where I went wrong?”
My only answer is I broke weak at a time I should’ve been strong.
Once again my lighter lets out a flame
Hitting that pipe playing the Russian roulette game.
When the dope is all gone and all that’s left is a stain
So many mixed monstrous emotions run through my brain.
But then there is that one in my heart it sticks
It sticks so much to my stomach it makes me sick
And that one is I know I must quit this disease so many call meth
It’s either that or be loyal to my death.
For questions or more information on the Gila County Meth Coalition contact chair Claudia DalMolin at the Gila County Sheriff’s Office, (928) 425-4440; co-chair Bianca DalMolin, (928) 701-1790; facilitator Misty Cisneros, (928) 425-1879; or media liaison Lu DuBois, (928) 425-4440.
Presented by the Gila County Meth Coalition