This story is an honest and vivid
portrayal of addiction. It all started with his birth, when drugs
were literally in his DNA—a result from his own mother’s drug
use. The narrative is a simple compilation of a boy’s growth,
family, and overall struggles with mental dysfunction and drug use.
Each chapter was like a short vignette to a part of the character’s
life. He discusses his grandparents, his uncles, his aunts, and so
forth. The whole thing is literally a walk down memory lane from
Merrill’s account.
There was some formatting issues that
could’ve easily been fixed, but it doesn’t dissuade from the
candidness of the story, which is infused by pride, remorse, and
sensitivity by the character.
A pretty good memoir.
My rating: 4 stars
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