The tale of a rambunctious lad with a tender soul. The book's flow, or should I say rhythm? was a bit disorienting at times, but all in all Flea is a great writer.

one of my favorite passages:

"During those early basement days, we were great comfort to each other. Not like we talked each other through it or any-thing, we just silently knew that we were the only ones who understood. We bore witness together." 
what a BANGER that last sentence is.