The astonishing and exhausting life of the Stones engine room. Narrated through a ghost writer you sit and listen in as he gives his version of events. The readers eyebrows arch regularly at the sheer scale of excess and criminality he has engaged in while still functioning as a successful and at liberty musician. It's a draining experience for all involved. The busts, the court appearances, the blood, the firearms, the houses. And all equilibrium in his existence during the '70's depended on needles being available at the next hotel. He is a richly droll, mercurial and affectionate man. But, really, his life sounds like hell to me.