Tweakerville

Jesse is 17, eighty-sixed from his honest working-class Hawaii
family home, living with the dealer and his crew, running drugs on his
moped, useful because he is still legally a juvenile.
Partied out, he drops off to sleep–and wakes up with a strange girl
lying next to him, dead, ODd on crystal methamphetamine, ice.
Call the ambulance? No way. That would bring the cops, and the
house is loaded with drugs. Gotta get rid of the body. Jesse digs the
grave, deep.
And he keeps getting pulled deeper into the nightmare universe
of crystal meth: tweakers, chronics and ice sluts, bulls and hammers,
tattooed gangstas who swing machete and pull trigger.
In a crazed and violent world outside the law, Jesse wants to
believe in some kind of code of honor. Banished from his own family,
he needs to believe in some kind of human connection.
But ice is savage–it can twist loyalty into treachery and betrayal.
Ice rules life, and ice can decree death.
This is the story that Jesse is compelled to tell, and Tweakerville
is compulsive reading, appalling and enthralling from killer opening
to killer ending.