As The Battle Continues 10

It was like he had different gangs of guys coming up to his Meth lab home. And the amount of traffic was unbelievable. Almost like the only thing i could think was. He was cooking Meth on some sort of schedule. Like the same gangs would show up on certain days of the week. There were some violent ones and others not so violent. I definately hung tree cams and even borrowed my brothers. Which his could trigger motion at a further distance than mine. But anyways at this point in time. When certain automobiles would come to his home for a pickup of his makings. They would fire off some gun rounds. Letting the neighborhood know that they thought this was there hilltop. And a threat about what was about to go down. I was in and out of my house in the woods. I had at this point felt as if i needed to keep my gun close incase of some random fire into my home. They hated my guts. I didnt put up with there crap. This is my family and home. And thats exactly what i instilled in them. I had nights that i had caught guys with rifles on my property 30 yards from our bedrooms. At this point in time my own differently abled cousin had turned against me. And was as well one of the stalkers in the night Surrounding my house. He was so whacked out on meth. He was halucinating from sleep deprevation is the only thing i could think. Ramdomly from any area out doors. This guy would yell out in an insane demented way. He would be talking to himself. Screaming. The worst part about that was. He had a shotgun. And why he had it? Was unknown other than the fact to get him hunting and to keep him out of trouble. He was going through spells at his rental mobile home to where he thought people was after him. So he would randomly shoot his gun into the day or night. This was just another additive. To the joys of living just up the road from his house and nextdoor. Where he was hanging out. And of course his parents were going through a battle of there own. As my uncles health was dwindling.