Somes notes from tonight, April 4, 2014:
I just finished my trade set ups and wanted to hit the bed, when a closed-van truck owned by a neighbor, pulled up to the adjacent lot next to my house. The clock read 11:15pm almost midnight. 6 or 7 men alighted and started unloading what looked like firewood to me. Then they set up the place putting a plastic canopy and a sidecover perhaps for others not to see what they would do next.
The men worked systematically like each had an assigned task to do. Soon enough, a fire had been started and a bigpot was boiling, with the firewood constantly being added to keep the fire maintain the heat of the pot. What i always wondered, which by the way, took away the drowsiness in me, was what the hell were they doing and what was it they were cooking! My mind raced back to the American TV Series, "Breaking Bad". Was this a similar scheme -by some men trying to manufacture drugs for easy money?
I closed the door of the bathroom to prevent the lightpost from illuminating and reveal my position. The men kept turns driving the long, big laddle in circular motion, seemingly trying to mix the substance in the pot. One or two men men meanwhile, took turns too to guard the place, ever watchful of passers-by. Actually, their cooksite is quite secure and cannot be seen easily from the road, except from me since the windowbathroom is in a straightline view.They did a pretty good job and strategic planning where to position the truck and a mini-vehicle as such to block the view of whoever will be down the road.
The men did not sleep at all. They continued to do what they were doing the whole night. I went to sleep intermitently, peering whenever i was able to wake up. Toward dawn and almost daylight, i peered again and this time i saw the men slicing into different parts pork meat. I thought, what a cover! If they were butchering a pig, why it took them the whole night...and why didn't i hear a pig's cry? If the pig was already butchered, what were they cooking the whole night since they were still slicing the meat at daylight?
I stayed on trying to piece the puzzle. I tried to observe what the men would be doing next. Two women arrived and one asked if they had slept at all. The other woman attended to the sliced meat oblivious of anyone around her. By this time, some of the men were cleaning the pot; hosing down the place with water while one man came near the fence where the bathroom window is and where the mini-vehicle was parked. The man took the plastic coverings of what seemed to be from the front side of the vehicle and taped something unto them. He didnt replace the covers but put them all at the back. I surmised this could be a way to easily deliver the items without anyone suspecting the merchandise were taped to the covers - now lying on the floor at the back of the vehicle!
The mini-vehicle left after an hour to deliver the merchandise with two men onboard. Those left behind con-
tinued to work on the meat. Soon many arrived and a party atmosphere began to take shape without knowing
it was a good camoflage and what a blessing to celebrate!
At this particular moment, i had no doubt "Breaking Bad" is actually happening right at my nosetip! No wonder these people could afford luxuries beyond their perceived financial capabilities. No wonder, these people appeared to be arrogant and disrespectful of neighbors' rights - like the excessive noise of their trucks even at midnight and keeping dogs which incessantly bark until into the wee hours.
I will continue to write about this everytime this cooking happens at my nosetip.... hoping that someday, somehow luck will deny them and throw them into the boiling pot of hell . As the saying goes, "You cannot hide a smoke...and where there's smoke, there's fire"
