Description:

The story of a boy with no name who, dazzled by punk rock from the late 1970's, leaves home to find family, love, and acceptance in the world of junkies, hustlers, and record store clerks on the streets of San Francisco and Berkeley, California.

Written in the first person, the story is fractured, and often rawly emotional. Thankfully, the authour leads us by the hand to the doorway, releasing us with a gentle shove, giving us a warm hug when it's all over.

Often vulgar and shocking, this book is not a happy romp, nor an appologetic piece of storytelling. Rather, we ride all the way down in the mind of the author from Cream Magazine and bong hits, past the death of Darby Crash, to the rise of slam dancing, and into obsolescence, death and disease.

Hilarious, if you were there, tragic if you weren't, but gripping and infectious just the same.