Martin's childhood was the worst. Fat was a total ass. Martin wrote about Fat standing there, with his tongue-in-cheek scorne, and "loathing" Martin. The rest of his life has been moving all over Europe it seemed - Southern France, Britain, Holland, and Scotland. He spent a lot of time living on the streets begging. He tried playing his guitar for money, but begging was more profitable. He ended up settling down though and had 4 kids. He writes about his psychosis, and he leaves you hanging at the end. I don't recommend everyone read it though, because he's just a little graphic about a couple of things.

He writes about his time as an artist, and then about his largest project. He writes about that incessant mumbling that I used to hear before the meds. I wonder if it is worse for him with background noise like me. I always heard mumbling especially when there was a TV or radio going. Martin never goes to see a psychiatrist. Apparently he was hearing voices while he was painting. The mumbling wasn't loud though. He only talks about loud ones twice I think.

But back to Martin. His last chunk of chapters talk about his vision of a better world. The entire idea is basically neo-communist in design, but it values quality of life for all citizens more thoroughly.

He's an okay writer, although his punctuation kills me. His descriptions and paragraphs flow easily enough.

I see this "blooper-star" ordeal he went through as stigma I experience as a schizoaffective all the time. I don't like going out because I've let it be known I'm mentally ill. It's the same feeling that someone may "out" you.