Spanning a two-week period, Tweeker is a drug-soaked, deliciously degenerate novel which follows an aspiring writer's unapologetically candid eyewitness account into an endless litany of pathetic addicts, sordid hotels, lifeless romance, and meth induced brawls, as he makes his bitter, brilliant way from one drug score to the next in the slums of Tijuana and his outrageous employment in an all-night adult theater stateside. Luis Blasini writes with a dark yet fascinating truthfulness and respect for the addicts and hoodlums who he associates with in a fast-paced story of sex, street life, and drugs - bringing a humanity to what many may consider as obscure, degenerate, or just plain disgusting. Yet, Tweeker is none of these. The work is filled with love, beauty, pain and always without blinking, the raw truth. He takes the reader into a world they don't want to enter - but when the story is finished, we are glad we made the journey and had someone like Blasini by our side as a companion.