This book offers an unforgettable ride down the boltholes of addiction. "There are moments when I suddenly realise that I'm a nice boy from Iowa who is entirely comfortable in a room full of freaks . . ." It offers a wild ride down Alice's rabbit hole in the company of a funny, frank, endearing "tweaker" - a crystal meth addict who breaks hearts and cracks jokes in the same breath. Moore lays open a soul formed through a 20-year trip stretching from a lonely childhood in Iowa with his grandmother Zelma - an alcoholic artist who turns frozen food into craft projects - to the day he sits, naked, in a Los Angeles rental, hallucinating about psycho-robbers while talking to a possum he is sure is God. Along the way there are acid trips and Dexetrim, teeth-grinding nights of dancing and anonymous sex in New York's hottest clubs and a Byzantine underworld of cookers, users, club kids, dealers and characters as colourful and intense as the drug itself.
