Tony O'Neill has gifted us with an amazing book filled with evocative prose. The story is so well told that you really get a keen sense for the narrator's experiences. It is, to be honest, a book about drug addiction, going down a path of self-destruction, trying to kick it through methadone clinics, and such. There's no sugarcoating on this. The narrator tells it like it is. And, before you say, what do we need another book about a fringe musician and his heroin addiction for, you should read it and hear this narrator's voice and the human experience he writes about even though it's a part of the human experience few would ever want to experience.
The book opens with: "The first time I met Susan she overdosed on a combination of Valium and Ecstasy at a friend’s birthday party at a Motel 6 on Hollywood Boulevard. My friends Sal, RP, and I dragged her blue face down to the 5: 00 A.M. Hollywood streets below, and the filthy predawn drizzle on her face somehow brought her round." What a great opening! And then just a few sentences later: ""I married her six months later. I had one broken marriage, one broken musical career, and a burgeoning heroin habit to contend with. I had nowhere I wanted to be, and neither did she. Without a strong pull in any other direction we decided to go down together." It draws you in right from the first page and doesn't let go of you till the end.
This one is dirty, gritty, realistic, and real worth reading.