I think regular marijuana users would love this book: an autobiographical account from a chronic user who gets the chicks, has unbelievable adventures (in the very real sense of the world 'unbelievable') and travels the world smoking the strongest gear imaginable. As a non-user, I was most interested in the contrast between a (sterotypical, I know) lazy dope smoker with the enthusiastic globe-trotting outlined on the fly-leaf.
There isn't really much of a contrast, it transpires. The fly-leaf journeys occur as promised, but they're almost entirely haphazard and even occasionally accidental. The only section of the book that really grabbed my interest was one of the few planned trips, and also the only part that was more concerned with the country being travelled through (the high passes of Afghanistan in this case) than the author and how stoned he was.
Every story related is somewhat insane or ridiculous, with some of them all-too-suspiciously leading towards a joke/pun ending. While I'm not suggesting the contents are fabricated, it does impact on the book's believability and the trust you must place in the book's author. When it's an autobiography you're reading, trust in the author is paramount. Without the comraderie of a shared drug habit between us, I had no great connection with this work.