![]() ![]() ![]() They love each other, but they’re stabbing each other.”Ī speech impediment and his perpetually soiled clothes and unwashed body made Tyson the boy a “little sewer rat” and a pariah - until he beat up a bully (with the neighborhood watching, of course). “People in love cracking their heads and bleeding like dogs. His mother drifted from man to man, and on the streets of Brownsville he found “a very horrific, gruesome kind of place,” that was also a “hotbed of lust.” “That is the kind of life I grew up in,” Tyson says. Tyson’s account of his childhood is impossibly sad. “You could put me in any city in any country and I’d gravitate to the darkest cesspool,” Tyson insists. Thompson on a narcotics-filled road trip - with the ensuing antics captured on video by assorted paparazzi. Reading Tyson’s memoir is like watching a Charles Dickens street urchin grow up to join Hunter S. Together they create a book that is grimly tragic on one page, laugh-out-loud funny on the next, and unrelentingly vulgar and foul-mouthed. He has a great ear for the telling detail and is aided by Tyson’s copious memory. ![]()
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