Starting to suspect these 3 ‘80s RVs on the stub street in front of my house do not represent 3 homeless households but rather 1 methhead compound, run by one guy that has a generator running all the time and was building things with spark-throwing power tools and threatened me for weeding the parking strip by him (I smiled, held up my hori-hori, and said “you’re pretty bold to threaten a guy holding a knife”). There are a few busted cars that seem part of the compound, and people drive up and go into the RV for 10 minutes then leave. And I don’t think these are social visits, or else they would take their kids out of the car and bring them with