Jesus that was depressing. Great. But it feels like wallowing in human garbage for the first 50 pages and after that point it merely transitions into a questionably decent guy struggling with the choice of getting out of it all.
Price really does write the most authentic dialogue around.

I also read Black Swan Green and enjoyed it immensely. What could be more fun that revisiting puberty right?

Now I'm finally reading Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy.