Regurgitated stories and personal interpretations of songs that may or may not have any merit. When I hung out with Brock over Grayhounds and poolside madness he was nothing like this book says. Never mind the other 2/3 of the band. I am here to call B.S. on this rag. If you read this your I.Q. may drop fifteen points. And I got all this from like five or six pages, plus a JFK type scanning of the others. Dirty Fingernails my shoe.