There’s nothing good about crack; and there’s nothing funny about crack addicts. I picked crack because of the rhyme, but in the Ag Ghetto meth is more common, with a sprinkling of bath salt psychotics.
The county sheriff’s department doesn’t patrol the Ag Ghetto, and it’s become a magnet for the under-the-radar “animal life”: If you’ve got an itch; scratch it. If you’ve got an appetite; feed it. If you’ve got a pipe; smoke it.
They’ve become more active with the Coronavirus — animals can sense a weakness.