A book is, at its most basic level, an attempt by the author to allow us, the reader, to get inside his head. It's oddly fitting that this book, which tells the story of how the author went insane for a period of several years, should do a better job of conveying that sense than most others I've read. Often hilarious, occasionally poignant, and more often than not over my head, Welch's writing did a better job of explaining to me, a largely straight-edge white boy from the suburbs, the twin worlds of mind-altering drug use and mental illness better than any of my more unscrupulous friends ever have. Welch eventually comes to the present day and presents his conclusions about reality and the world (think of a blend of Neil Degrasse Tyson and Neal Stephenson, combined with a hard realistic atheism and tinted by his experiences with LSD), along with the fallout from this period of his life (not as much as you'd think, but still more than most of us could handle) and where he stands on the issue of mind-altering drugs now. This book probably won't change your life, but at the end of it, you'll understand the author in ways you might never understand your closest friends. It takes a lot of courage to bare yourself and your failings in text; it takes creativity and more than a little devil-may-care recklessness to do it in such an entertaining manner. Lastly, this book currently costs $3 for a Kindle edition. I don't know of any other media that has a better value/price ratio; pick it up and read it.