I feel that this memoir just lacked substance.
I found the last half just a drudge, that I wanted to hurry up and get through.
The author claims how fun and exciting his life on meth was, but all that he really seems to convey is a repetitive and dull way of life.
I read a lot of these drug memoirs, and thinking the experience of an actual cook would be different from the average user, was what made me pick up this book.
There is really nothing new here, nor even that interesting.
If this is the life of a cook, or a "king", as the author describes it, I think I'll give it a miss.
Do yourself a favor and give this book a miss too.