I guess this book is supposed to be a memoire. The first thing I hate of the bat is all the name dropping.  You can’t look up anything about this book without seeing a list of his famous family.  At the same time, the author uses that to point out just how much of a black sheep he is.  Josh and I listened to this in the car, and when I got out I was done.  Bob just does stupid thing after stupid things.  It’s like watching Super Troopers from the criminal’s side.  I didn’t care and DNFed the title.  Josh however, wither the humor of the correctional officer that he is, was rolling in the isle.  He could not stop laughing.  So while this book was not for me, It was for someone.