465 pages in a week and a half. All because of my bizarre sidewalk accident and my needing to be sitting down longer than usual.
The funny thing is how impossibly elegant Mr. Kiedis seems to be. All artsy and sentimental and misunderstood and captive between drugs and evil and a crazy dad.
His life has been nothing but everything fast and the coolest thing is that it sounds like such amazingness (except for all the drug madness). It just glitters with cool nonsense.
The number of times he had random sex; got high and went to motels to keep the party going for days; or got into a serious accident is still unknown to me, I lost count after like page 50.
So, my recommendation: sit down, shut up and read it.
Then go listen to some good RHCP music.
