The Meth Journal

By Wayne Huffman

Five people in east Tennessee find themselves trapped inside a mobile home with an operating meth lab and federal agents outside. After their surrender, all the occupants are indicted by the Federal Government for drug and explosives charges when road flares are mistaken as dynamite.
Samuel Evers, the cook in the trailer, is offered a deal with the DEA and the local Drug Task Force. He is given the chance to gain his freedom if he is willing to work as a confidential informant but in one months time the bodies start to pile up and his handlers might not be willing to admit to the orders they gave Sam.
In an attempt to protect himself, Sam began keeping a journal of his meetings and movements while under the control of the agents.
This is that journal.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wayne Huffman
• Release date: Aug 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311528971

Wayne Huffman

Wayne Huffman has lived every level of meth addiction, from casual user to one of four ‘alleged’ leaders of a methamphetamine manufacturing and distribution organization that included over 250 known members and spanned several states.Wayne began his career as a meth cook in east Tennessee where he has made his home for the last 23 years.

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Introduction

Hey! My name is Samuel Evers and this is my journal.

I decided to start writing this journal after I was arrested on March 15, 2004 because my lawyer and a DEA agent who calls himself Agent Perry told me that if I was willing to work as a confidential informant for him that I would be given my freedom after he had arrested all the people he needed on some kind of conspiracy charges. I do not trust them, this Perry dude or my lawyer, so I am writing everything down as it happens, or as I remember it if I do not have the chance to write it down at the time it happens. I want this record in the unlikely event Agent Perry does not keep his word, then I will have proof of what was said and what I have done for him.

3-11-04

Me and Ashley had been over at Chad’s house hanging out for several days when that stupid bitch friend of hers called. The friend in question was Heather. Anyway, Heather wants Ashley to come all the fucking way over to her trailer to get her high. FOR FREE!! What the fuck? Am I running a fucking free meth clinic or something around here? Just because I happen to be fucking Ashley, that doesn’t mean that every other fucking dope whore in four counties gets all the dope they want for nothing; for some pussy maybe, but not for nothing.

Anyhow, so like I told Ashley I didn’t really want to go over there but this dumb bitch never listens to what I want to do so she whines until I finally give in to her and take her to the cunts place. Did I mention that this was at like 11:00 o’clock at goddamn night? Bed time?! Okay, we were pretty geeked out and we probably would not be sleeping for a couple of days, but still.

So, we went on over to Heather’s and pulled in the driveway and before we get out I notice that all the lights are off in the trailer so I am all like, Hey, she went to bed so let’s get the fuck out of here. Of course no one listens to me as usual because Ashley wanted to knock on the door but I tried to talk her out of it and while we are talking or arguing (or whatever you want to call it) about it, Heather’s fucking ass walks up to my window and knocks, which scares the shit out of me because I didn’t see her coming since she walked up from the back of the car. Seriously, she scared the shit out of me. I pooped a little and everything which pissed me off even more because, as usual, I wasn’t wearing underwear which meant that I was going to have a little brown stain showing in my jeans.

Okay, the reason I didn’t see the dipshit walk up to the car is because she was across the road at her mom’s trailer. Her mom was out of town so she said she was partying in her mom’s house so there wouldn’t be a mess in her own place and none of her own shit would get stolen or anything; considerate, right?

So Heather wants us to come over to her moms and party a little so I figured it would be a chance to maybe sell a little shit and then the trip would not be a total waste of time. So, we go over to the trailer and sure enough, it is full of meth heads. There was like fifteen people there and I knew most of them so it was all cool. I sold a couple of grams right off before I even pulled any of my own stash out to do with anyone because you know how the grubby meth hounds are. If I would have started smoking with everyone then no one would have bought shit from me and I would have just been out a bunch of dope for nothing.

So anyway, after a little bit, Ashley comes over to where I was kickin’ it with a couple buddies and asks me if I have any rigs on me because her and Heather want to do a shot. They are like me and only truly get high by shooting up. So I had a new 10- pack on me so I went to the bathroom with them and we all did a shot and we were pretty fucking high and Heather asked me if I had my lab with me. I am a fucking meth cook; of course I had my fucking lab. So she wants to know if I want to cook at her mom’s place. Now normally I wouldn’t want to cook with a house full of people because... Well, you just never know who is who and some dick-face might fucking snitch on your ass or someone might wig out and start thinking the cops are going to come busting the door down and arrest everyone and the last thing me, or any cook for that matter, needs is for some douche bag to do something ignorant like that.

Anyhow, I told Heather that I didn’t really want to cook there but she said there was some dude there she was trying to impress or some shit by having a cook that was willing to cook at her place so, for some fucking reason I agreed to do the cook. Hell, I love to cook and everyone who knows me knows it so it really wasn’t hard to talk me into this shit. Like I said though, if I had not listened to Ashley’s stupid, pretty little ass, this would not have been an issue in the first place.

It is about 3:00 o’clock in the morning by the time I got the lab stuff set up in the kitchen. Not that it actually took that long to set it all up but there were a few people I wanted gone before I even started bringing my shit inside. I had Heather run some of the people off and once they were gone, I went out to the car and got all my cooking shit out of the trunk.

I set everything up by the sink in the kitchen so there was a window close by to vent out the smell of ammonia that was about to be choking the fuck out of the people standing halfway up my ass like they were about to learn or see something they have never seen before. Okay, truth is, they probably haven’t seen anything like this before and they damn sure weren’t going to see it from me either because, plain and simple, I am not teaching any of these morons how to cook dope. I mean, why would I train my own competition, right? That would be stupid, although I do know a few people who do exactly that sort of thing but I’m not doing it. Fuck that.

Anyhow, before I got started there was a car pulling up out front and then someone knocked on the door. Heather runs and opens the fucking door before I could stop her because, you know, fucking meth lab out in the open and shit.

So Heather lets this old ass whore named Trish in. Trish is like 50 years old and although she is married or living with this guy or whatever, she still fucks anyone who is willing to stick a dick in her. Yeah, I fucked her a time or two, but only because she had boxes of pseudo pills that I wanted to cook with and the only way she would sell them to me is if I fucked her. I guess we are all whores in our own way but to be honest, old Trish isn’t a bad piece of ass for her age.

Okay so, Trish was actually there at the trailer earlier and she bought a gram of dope off me so it isn’t like I didn’t trust her or anything. Well, I really don’t trust anyone but in the drug trade there has to be a little trust. Like it or not. So Trish comes into the kitchen where I am trying to act like there is not a lab sitting there for all the world to see and she starts telling me that she dropped the bag of dope she bought earlier into the dish water in her kitchen sink when she was opening it and she wanted to know if I would sell her some more. I told her to go out and wait in her car and I would be right out.

After Trish went outside, I cussed Heather and told her to never open the fucking door like that when I got all my shit out like that. She was all, I knew who it was because I know what her car sounds like and I’m a fucking retarded bitch who deserves to be beat for general principle, and blah, blah, blah...

So I went out to the car and sold the shit to Trish. She wanted to sit and talk and everything but not only was I not in the mood for her non-stop yakking, I had a fucking cook to do and I had fucking pseudo pills in the kitchen for any of these fiends to just pick up and walk away with so they could trade them off to someone else for more dope and I just was not wanting to deal with that shit. I told Trish that she had to go and that she had best not drop that dope in her sink because I wasn’t selling shit else until tomorrow or the next day, depending on how I felt at the time. I think I might have even said I might just say the hell with it and move to China to be a