Painfully poignant from the start—more so in light of his passing, but it foresees the end of his life so clearly that it almost doesn't seem like it was written without any knowledge we now have. His candor is refreshing, and brings focus to the mundane aspects of rehab and recovery that are easily overlooked. The idleness; the inefficacy; endless time for introspection, especially during moments where it’s not welcome. It’s an exhausting story, heartbreaking and infuriating, as I’m sure it was for him throughout. But I welcomed the chance to understand a little bit better.