A boy’s enchanted formative years in a coastal city at the Isle of guy – certainly one of rabbit hunts, darkened church naves and classes in historic Viking history – is set to vanish without end. Boyhood desires of soccer reputation are ditched for consuming pints with the boys on the neighborhood pool corridor; just the start of a descent into wretched self-destruction, smoking crack with homeless pals less than London’s bridges, a unstable cocktail of substances, bodybuilding and steroid use colliding with disastrous results. something and every little thing will finally be hired to quell an insatiable urge for food for self-loathing and denial.

Michael Cannan’s coming-of-age memoir, looking Concrete Lions, stands aside for its wry innocence, hilarity and unrelenting honesty. it's a portrait of early life misplaced – clean, brilliant and heartbreaking.

After leaving his liked Isle of guy, Michael is squandering his lifestyles in a grim house at the outskirts of Auckland, New Zealand. an opportunity come upon with a former version will sweep him away to the sheer luxurious of California; a stroke of excellent fortune that Michael briskly units out to ruin with one sordid escapade after one other around the Mexican border. eventually, dealing with the reality of his addictions and dedicated to enduring restoration, Michael reveals himself working with a who’s who of Hollywood, simply to be repulsed by means of the decadence and empty offers of repute and fortune.

Tragedy and comedy mix during this impossible to resist memoir, the destruction brought on by medicines and alcohol outdone simply via one man’s irrepressible will to live.

Excerpt

At customs, i finished for one final money. Heroin hid in a condom in my mouth; beta blockers; steroids; Ventolin, my asthmatic medicine; Klonopin, my blood strain drugs; Prozac and Seroxat, my anti-depressants; diazepam, oxazepam and lorazepam as tranquillizers; nitrazepam and zopiclone for napping relief; dihydrocodeine and Subutex, my opiate replacement, a 3 pack of Rogaine and a duplicate of Paul McKenna’s swap Your lifestyles in 7 Days.

—from looking Concrete Lions