It took me years to finally read this book because I'd heard nothing good about it. The Edmonton scene in general was unrecognizable, with so much artistic licence taken that it would be funny if it wasn't so creepy. Others say that sections they were a part of were fictionalized, so who knows what in this book is true and what isn't. The author injects his personal brand of sleaze at every opportunity throughout. (I felt like I got to know the author's character better than that of anyone involved with SNFU.) I've never read a book so soulless, so joyless, so lacking in empathy and understanding… Chi Pig's development of mental illness, at a time when metal health issues were still poorly understood by the public and resources were scarce, and his tragic decent into addictions, which became actively encouraged by an unfortunate number of "friends" and fans who undoubtedly played a role in his untimely demise, should be accurately chronicled, as should the struggles of those who tried to help him. Such an influential band and such seemingly improbable enduring and creatively successful collaborations, particularly between Marc Belke and Chi Pig, that one hopes someone writes something a lot better. This book left me wondering what it was really like.