I am just finishing this book. I realize it has been around for a while. Great stories, definitely sparks the jonez for life on the road...but is it just me or is possibly the most arrogant memoir ever penned? I realize Allan Weisbecker is a hard man. I get it. Running drugs in the 70's, big waves, it seemed like for every cool story he adds a line or two reminding the reader how big his balls are.