You can smell meth each morning when you get the paper. There's some half crazy looking young people living in the house across the street now and you think that's where it's coming from. You call the police and tell them what you smell and suspect. But nothing happens. The smell gets stronger. Your contract for renting this house states you cannot be involved in any violent acts in your neighborhood or you are kicked out. You are trying to honor this contract and not go over there and kill everyone in that drug house. You fucking hate druggies.
Your stomach is turning to acid. The smell of the lab makes you feel ill. You can't take it anymore. You shall have to do something rash.