This memoir is the furthest thing from a puff piece it could be, and Lord knows some memoirs are so self-congratulatory you think the author had some ribs removed so he could reach. Damon Young lays bare the moments in which he most significantly failed to live up to his own standards. It's instructive, as are his other observations about being black and male in Pittsburgh specifically and America generally. And it's both touching and hilarious. Unequivocally recommended to anyone who cares about Pittsburgh or other big Northern cities, racism, or building your own character with introspection.