Dear reader, life is too short for crap books.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Try This Junkie Memoir On For Size

Wrecking Crew: The Really Bad News Griffith Park Pirates by John Albert

The Goods: Recovering junkies, failed rockers, struggling actors and other assorted misfits and miscreants band together to form an L.A. baseball team.

Thoughts: If you ever thought that trying heroin, dating a stripper, or moving to Los Angeles to 'make it' might be fun, after reading this book, you won't. But it will make you want to hit the batting cages, or at least play a good game of catch with your cross-dressing next-door neighbor.

Choice Moments:
"Jacob Hedman was still working days as a landscaper, snorting the occasional line of crystal meth, and planting shrubbery outside Kyle MacLachlan's home."

"When the Sex Pistols sang about 'no future,' someone should have warned these bastards that it was merely rebel agitprop and not a design for living."

"'L.A.'s a weird town that way. People seem to respect you more if you're an actress and just a prostitute on the side'"

"'Try not to fuck this up. Now come on and let's beat these dirty motherfuckers!' On that tearful note, we clasped hands, shouted, 'Pirates!' and sprinted onto the field to a smattering of applause and sarcastic comments."

"Sometimes our umpires were crackheads."

If You Like...: Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk, feeling smug about not reading A Million Little Pieces, and find yourself sometimes strangely and unironically moved by inspirational sports stories, this book is for you.

No comments: