Normally I would say that I enjoyed Henry Rollins more when I was younger and most agnst ridden than I am now. I'd also say that even when I was younger and more agnst ridden I enjoyed Henry Rollins as a concept more than as a real person, or for anything he was really producing, be it music in the Rollins Band, or with his writing. I don't know if alot of his books I could still read and enjoy them for all their content. I have a feeling the 'historical' writing that he does in some of his books about touring with Black Flag I would still enjoy though. This book though, while I haven't read it in probably more than ten years, I would still imagine I would find quite interesting. The premise of this book is his journals for 1992, a year which starts off just a week and a half after his best friend was shot to death in front of him. The anger and dealing with his friends death, along with a look at the punk world he was a part of blowing up into the mainstream is quite interesting for me. I don't know if anyone who didn't live through the early 90's complete change in popular music will find this very interesting, or people who don't find dwelling on death and revenge fantasies as a worthwhile way of speding their free time, but for those who do enjoy a little bit of anger thrown into their lives this book will be at least a little rewarding.