This book is much like Allin himself: extreme, outrageous, raw, wet, and sometimes incomprehensible. There are some good stories. There are some bad stories. There are some very bad stories. There are not any really good stories. Ultimately, the book disappointed me in a profound way, though I still think it is worth reading.
I knew Allin. At the time of his death, he and I were working on a project together. This book only works for a reader if they are familiar with him and the Murder Junkies. There is no real insight to any character, including the main one. There is just the idea that you have a base knowledge of GG and that, apparently, will get you through the stories. It does . . . in a way. Knowing that this is fiction, I did not expect a biography, but I did expect to see some character motivation. Something that went beyond what someone could glean from song lyrics or some YouTube videos about the man. That was not here, though. Instead, you get Allin as a government agent, a fighter of werewolves, a normal family man (probably the best one at trying to capture a deeper side of the man), and more.
Maybe I was expecting too much, but when you can remove GG Allin's name and replace it with any name, that's not a GG Allin story. That's just an odd tale, which is what this all turns out to be. The main character could have been anyone, and that's why it disappoints.