Imagine sitting down and listening for several hours to an arrogant, self-absorbed 15-year old ramble in a stream-of-consciousness jumble. I had difficulty discerning a plot, any real conflict, or any significant character development. Had this been an actual celebrity memoir, I would have stopped reading 20 pages in since the grammar and writing were so poor, being constantly sprinkled with "LOL," "like," and profanity. However, since this was fiction in the guise of a memoir, I was hoping that the author would give it some direction by the end. Unfortunately, it ends about how it starts, bordering on some kind of existentialism.
I also struggled since the book doesn't really succeed as either a memoir or a study of the human condition. No celebrity publisher or agent would ever let something like this get published with all the grammatical errors, personal secrets that are divulged, and NDAs that are broken. If you want a celebrity fix, I'd suggest reading an actual memoir. If you want something deeply philosophical, there's plenty out there that's more clear and cogent and will make you feel like you gained something intellectually.
I appreciate the effort to use the vehicle of the celebrity memoir to say some important things, but I just didn't feel that it worked in this case. It might have worked much better had this been written from the point of view of the main character at 85 years old, humbled and looking back. Trying to seriously listen to an uneducated teenager act like an expert and preach about "dope," "next-level" stuff while he's making transparently terrible decisions about his life is asking a bit much.
I received a copy of this book for free as a Goodreads Giveaway.