In my first apartment I lived across the street from a meth house. It was serious entertainment for months. I kept a set of binoculars by the window just to watch them. There was constant suspicious activity going on all the time, different cars going coming and going throughout the day, ALL walks of life: rich, poor, young, old, scuzzy, clean. More than once I watched people litterally try to break in when no one was home. Another time I saw smoke BILLOWING out of the chimney while the guy who lived there paced nervously in front of the house on a cell phone. It was really an awful place to make drugs, it was right next to a big intersection and surrounded by busy restaurants. They made several attempts to disguise the place as a legitimate buisness, my favorite was in December when they turned it into a x-mas tree farm that only sold trees between midnight and 4am. They through up a hand painted sign and a couple trees in the front yard. Eventually they either got bought out by a auto mechanic or just got better at more being inconspicuous.