The truth of the matter is that – at that point in my life – I just simply did not have “the time nor the inclination” (as Hitchcock would say) to review anyone else’s book. I was tired, exhausted, and not even close to the end of an extensive book tour of which I grew resentful of for having committed myself to such inane commitments of pedantic lectures, random signings, and last minute meetings – but not enough of the necessary psychedelic therapy of what rapper Notorious B.I.G. once called “party and bullshit and party and bullshit….” (These moments were always the best part of the book tour.) But the bottom line was that I was tired and ready to head back to Arizona for rest and relaxation……[continued]
