This is the book that was so bad that I had to learn how to return Amazon Kindle books to get rid of it. Half of it is devoted to describing youtube videos that you could just go watch on youtube; the other half is describing the aftermath of a drug trip that the author can’t actually remember, which he processes by making his female drug dealer increasingly uncomfortable. If Tao Lin ever showed up in my social circle, I’d tell people to steer clear of him - he’s a creep, and he doesn’t know that he’s a creep,