I wish I could give negative stars. This is the worst-written book I've encountered in some time. I forgot how bad writing could be. It's about this Jamaican drug running gang, the "Shower Posse," so called cos they rain down bullets like it's raining showers. The book specifically recounts the life and times of this guy who ran the gang. It's written by the guy's son, which... ew... there's a lot of random pointless sex scenes and I kept thinking, this must have been weird for the son to write. Or maybe not, maybe he didn't know the guy that well and this is just the result of jailhouse telephone conversations.
The guy clearly idolizes his pop, but he has no idea how to convey a story. The book is infuriatingly scattered, filled with countless references to people who are never properly described or contextualized, who quickly appear and disappear like movie credits for "Guy In Restaurant #3" and "Gaffer." There's one guy named Modeler... you'd think that name is interesting enough to merit a description or explanation of why he's named Modeler. NOPE!
Instead you get monotonous page after page of 'he slept with this girl,' 'he bought 400 lbs of marijuana,' 'he sold 200 lbs of marijuana', 'then his friend jo jo showed up,' 'then jo jo left' Aaargh. Oh another thing, there's a guy in here named "Killo." Then later on the writer is talking about kilos of cocaine, but he misspells kilo as Killo! For some reason I found this slip up to be so annoying I threw the book against the wall. This thing wouldn't pass muster as a high school english paper.
Truly bottom of the barrel.