Being a tweaker is hard. Gotta get money, gotta find a real motherfucker that won't rip me off on a bag, gotta spend all that hard work on a small amount of glass. It gets easy once you're up up high above the clouds, flying in the wind with all the power of the sun. But hours or days later when you're crashing back to earth it's time to grind again. I always earned my tweak with good honest paychecks and cash. I never fucked with being a puddle slut or ripping people off. I keep my reputation on a good level so I can tweak in peace. Recently I was in Arizona to see how a change of scene would feel, the taco stands were AMAZIIIING yet jobs scarce. Being a uni-lingual white girl from Montana in a violent border town cut out my social life AND my work life. I befriended my next door neighbors, a science teacher and his wife. It turns out they're swingers and his wife is hard into Crystal. I've never seen that much clean dope in my life!!! I needed a job for clean dope of my own but where? I've alreAdy applied everywhere. That's how I discovered stripping. 500 a night got me where I needed to be. And things got really fucked.