There is trouble on music Mountain Road. In the wooded hills at the edge of Hot Springs, Ark., a red pickup truck and a white SUV pull into a gravel driveway. Out of the vehicles jump six big men, moving like they mean business. One wears camouflage trousers and has a menacing tattoo on his neck: PARENTAL ADVISORY. Another has a goatee, his stocking cap pulled low. They are clutching handguns. These are plainclothes detectives on a hunt for poison―methamphetamine. Rapping on the front door, the cops are invited inside. Looking around, it doesn't take long for them to find telltale signs of a meth lab: household chemicals used to "cook" the drug. They also found three little kids―2, 3 and 5―sitting at a kitchen table eating oatmeal for breakfast. Police slapped the cuffs on Tony Tedeschi, 41, a bedraggled, rail-thin figure of a man with greasy hair and open sores on his arms, a familiar sign of a meth user―"tweakers," the cops call them.
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