Without a doubt, this is my favorite book ever. They say you can't judge a book by its cover, but the bright colors in the binding caught my eye when I saw this at a Barnes & Noble in DC in 2009, and the vibe on the cover pulled me in. I didn't even bother reading the back page, just started from the beginning and never put it down.
I would compare this book to Catcher in the Rye, only it's a million times better. The way people praise Catcher in the Rye - that it captures a sense of disillusionment, alienation, - is what N. Frank Daniels succeeds in doing with so much more depth here. The way the plot spans several years of the narrator's life, you are left with the experience of truly walking in his shoes, living through his world; and like nothing else you'll ever read, it's raw, it's gritty, and it's real.
He feels like there's nothing left worth fighting for, nothing left to believe in, nowhere he belongs, no one whom he belongs with, so he just lets himself slide deeper and deeper into an underworld of hard drugs and self destruction. Deep down, he had so much potential to be something more, but everything else around him seems so fake and empty, that it's the only real path he can take.
Nostalgically set against the backdrop of the mid-90s, he reminds us of how misfits and outcasts can have so much more appeal than the college and suburb-bound conformists. Even when that leads you to the streets, and when the world bleeds you dry, you have to stay true to yourself, down to the very last drop of blood.