I love tweekers…NOT! Why is it that in mullet infested, white trash town this drug runs rapid like the flu? Trailer parks, mullets, flannels, bikers, women with teased out high hair styles, missing teeth, Dire Straits, welfare checks and crank, (speed, crystal, tweek) all live together in tweeked out harmony. Further, what is the connection between white trash and tweek? Is it the cost effective drug of choice for the bottom dwelling masses? Not to be harsh, but I fucking HATE tweekers. I guess Im a drug snob, since Ive been called a “pot head” and I don’t mind ravers and acid heads too much. Tweekers are just a breed of their own. I have also seen many a lives ruined from tweeker habbits and behavior.
Upon moving back to my hometown, I discovered that tweekers abound, and that tweek is the name of the game for most of the locals. How can you tell a tweeker? Lets see… bad skin, missing teeth, bulging eyes, paranoia, and fast non-stop talking that never seems to have a point, and jumps mid sentence. Here are some other clues… Your neighbor spends every night all tinkering in his garage but never seems to get anything accomplished…. Houston we have a problem.
Boy was I stupid
One of my ex-boyfriends went on a tweeker binge once while we were living together. Me being anti-tweek, and somewhat ignorant to that culture, was completely in the dark and oblivious. He stopped sleeping when I did, stayed up at night and put together action figure scenes, went on shopping binges for action figures, and talked incessantly at me (or anyone) about action figures. His skin also broke out and his breath got pretty bad. I remember a stoner friend coming over and taking me aside and pointing out the obvious. “He’s fuckin tweekin cant you see that?” I was shocked, stunned, flabbergasted, and mortified. Here I thought he was just acting weird. Boy was I a fool.
Im not in the bedroom club
Another thing about living where I do at the present; everyone pretty much knows you, and everyone pretty much knows your beliefs on tweak. When I go to a party, people may disappear for a few minutes into the other room (in groups), but they don’t break the shit out in front of me. Though I do appreciate this fact, it gets quite obvious what they are up to after their third trip to the bedroom.
A visit to a tweaker den
Last weekend I went to a friends house for a quick visit before picking up my son from the skating rink. There was a poker party in the dinning room and my friend was in the living room with the door closed. At first I sat down at the poker party, but realized this was a “boys only” scene and decided I should head into the other room. Just as I was about to enter, a strange looking guy emerged from the back room with a huge backpack and overly active mouth. “Hey guys looks like fun” he quipped, as he headed out the door. “Who was that?” I asked the poker table. “Who knows” was the reply. I knocked on the back door to say hi to my friend. Quickly the door was answered and I was greeted by hugs and smiles. I guess I should be familiar with the smell of tweak, but I have too say I am not. Im just not around it that much. There was a strange smell in the air, but I took it for brown weed. My friend looked normal, only she was chewing gum REALLY fast. I also noticed there was no munchies out on the table, and the usual bong load was non-existant. My friend’s boyfriend is bipolar (and a genius) so he always talks really fast and deep. He came down the stairs and started talking at me really fast, and then slips (she’s gonna think Im tweekin). I thought this was a strange thing to pipe in unless you really are tweakin. Then, Im trying to talk to my friend, and some strange man in the chair screams out, in a Turrets syndrome fashion “Im Bored”. I tried to ignore him, but obviously he wanted to talk, so though my back was turned and eyes were rolling, he starts ranting about his girlfriend. Then he decides to take a walk (mind you its 10:00 at night, who walks at that hour?). Luckily, it was my time to go, my ear was talked off and I was starting to feel brain friend. The next day another friend of mine who was at the poker party says “boy they were tweakin in the other room”. I say “really, I didn’t know”. He says “yeah first thing they did when I got there was take me in the back room and offer to sell me some crystal”. Well, they didn’t offer me any. I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment, or an insult. I chose to take it as a compliment, Im glad tweekers know I aint one of them. I don’t want to end up lookin like Im 65 when Im 35 and loosing all my teeth. Plus, Tweekers suck!
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Friday, June 11, 2004
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