Some have called Gary Waid’s unconventional a self-incriminating, self-flagellant, self-abusive paean to the underbelly of American moral decadence. But if you’d like to read mostly-true stories about marijuana smuggling or federal prison, or even running from the law, this is the book for you. Not since has there been such a sad-sack confession. And Waid won’t let you stop laughing until the last page.