Waste of time. I’ve read a lot of medical non fiction recently, so when I saw this I was hopeful. My first indication that I wouldn’t care for it was the opening chapter being a detailed description of abusing drugs, almost to the point of romanticising it. I don’t care for how it’s written, and instead of being a coherent book it comes across like the author has slapped together a bunch of stuff he’s previously written to try and make a bit of money from it.

It also doesn’t help that he’s snide, arrogant, and egotistical. Don’t waste your time unless you hate yourself.