I'm used to reading rather strange books. But I never thought that a book so strange and poorly written, aside from fifty shades of Grey, but this book, Hooked on a junkie, tops the oddities of fifty shades. I started reading this book with an open mind. Never would I have imagined that the author would have sounded so un-educated and spacey. The author relives some of his drug-induced fantasies. But then the book kind of jumps forward for him to reflect in present tense and then include bits of interviews with drug dealers.
During one of these drug-induced charades the author, whose name I still do not know, is in some sort of fantasy where he is in some sort of hospital, i believe. the book is rather hard to keep up with. He asks for a guitar. But he is faces with an issue. They will give him one but each time he touches the strings bits of skin fall off his fingers. So now he's faced with the issue of should he play and lose his hands? or should he not play and keep his hands? He chose to play. Weather it was because he was tripping on LSD or because he actually had a true passion for music, we'll never know.
I like to think that the author's passion for music shown thru even in his LSD mindset. That it wasn't just the drugs making him play the guitar and seeing if his skin would actually fall off. He played and he played. And it came to a point where he and his audience knew that the skin was completely gone and there was just bone left. But then the bone started to dissolve as well. He just kept playing until the last possible note could be strummed out of the guitar. Maybe I'm reading to much into the text but I like to think that maybe just maybe the author, as terrible as he is, put this underlying message in the text. That people should get passionate about something, anything, as long as it's not LSD or Herion.
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