Any poor soul who has the bad
ass luck of growing up in a small
depressed desert town in CA or elsewhere who is emotionally addicted to CRYSTAL METH. They will kill and
die for it, and can never be cured. They will want it every day for the rest of their lives. They start by doing lines, then smoke it, and eventually they graduate to "slamming" using needles. At this time, they never want to see anyone, unless they are tweeking. They are afraid of everything, except death. All of their friends are parolees, and they aint
shit until they have been to prison at least once. They steal everything in sight, draw sexually explicit pictures, talk
shit, disapear for days or even weeks, will physically assault the
people they love, slash their own wrists and arms. They will lose up to 100 pounds in a few years. They will have spent all of their
money and lost any job they might have once had. They are unemployable. They hate themselves. They will spent 5 to 40 hours
straight beating off and sticking things up their asses. Some will steal panties from the apartment dryers and wear them. They will eventually accomplish self fellatio! Anything is possible with speed!!!
"Tell your tweeker friend to get the fuck out of my
bathroom!"
"
Palmdale is all about the tweekers. The Sherriffs do it too."
"I heard his mom tweeks with him every time her
check comes."
"Dude, stop tweeking out on it for a while, They get the point, damn!"
