My neighbor’s son:
The drugs are the root of all of it. My neighbor’s son was killed there, and this neighbor still gets high, too. Her son got killed for drugs right down the street from my house, and they’re still selling crack. It’s sick. When she gets all zapped out of her mind, she goes down there and lights a candle, around one, two o’clock in the morning.
That is the store that buys food stamps. They swipe it and put it into their machine and give six dollars for ten dollars. If you stop these people from selling food stamps, it'll stop hunger, because most of these young boys won't have to out and sell drugs to get a sandwitch. That is what they think they have to do. I don't think they have enough sense or their parents don't make them go to school to get an education or get a job, so that is what they think they have to do because mom done sold all the food stanps and the house is cold.
Even though that’s empty you can smell the embalming fluids. It’s the worst smell in the world. It smells like mint from far away, but when you get closer if you know what “wet” smells like you know it’s wet. My kids are like two feet tall, and they’re right next to it, so they’re smelling that. That’s disgusting.
This is a picture of an empty "wet" bottle. Ashley found it under the slide of the play ground. "Wet" is marijuana soaked in embalming fluid.