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I Have Fun Everywhere I Go: Savage Tales of Pot, Porn, Punk Rock, Pro Wrestling, Talking Apes, Evil Bosses, Dirty Blues, American Heroes, and the Most Notorious Magazines in the World
I Have Fun Everywhere I Go is a rollicking, high-octane, always irreverent journey through the seamy side of the publishing industry. Mike Edison’s résumé spans twenty years and a slew of notorious titles, including Screw , High Times , Penthouse , and Hustler . An Ivy League dropout who’s never looked back, Edison embarked on a career that’s landed him in the producer’s chair for one of the worst B movies of all time; on tour with the likes of the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, GG Allin, and the Ramones; undercover at a religious cult; on a bender with Evel Knievel; feuding with Hulk Hogan; smoking dope with Ozzy Osborne; and authoring some twenty novels you wouldn’t want your mother to catch you reading—let alone writing. As the publisher of High Times , he battled almost daily with a rainbow brigade of unrepentant hippies plagued with short-term memory loss, and owners who treated their employees more like the tenants of a halfway house for potheads than a team of professional editors and writers, all while leading the magazine to record heights in sales and advertising. I Have Fun Everywhere I Go combines the fear and loathing of Hunter Thompson’s journalistic thrill rides with the acerbic insider voice of Toby Young. It’s an eye-opening, gleeful view of life on the edge—and the outlaws and oddballs encountered there.
352 pages, Hardcover
First published May 13, 2008
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Mike Edison
6Ìýbooks30ÌýfollowersMIKE EDISON is genuine rock’n’roll renaissance man. He is the former editor and publisher of famed cannabis magazine High Times, and was the editor-in-chief of the courageously irresponsible Screw. He is the author of 28 “adultâ€� novels, and an internationally known musician who spent much of the 1980s and 90s seeing the world from behind a drum set, opening for bands as diverse as Sonic Youth, Sound Garden, and the Ramones. He has written extensive liner notes for, among others, Iggy Pop, and the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, and has contributed to numerous magazines and websites, including Huffington Post, the Daily Beast, the New York Observer, Spin (writing about the Rolling Stones), Interview, and New York Press, for which he covered classical music and professional wrestling.
His books have included the highly-praised memoirs I Have Fun Everywhere I Go and You Are A Complete Disappointment, as well as the sprawling social history of sex on the newsstand, Dirty! Dirty! Dirty!, written during his time as a writer-in-residence at the New York Public Library. He also writes prolifically about food and wine, notably collaborating with restaurateur and viniculturist Joe Bastianich on his New York Times bestselling memoir, Restaurant Man, of which writer Bret Easton Ellis has said, “The directness and energy have a cinematic rush . . . not a single boring sentence.�
His most recent book is Sympathy for the Drummer � Why Charlie Watts Matters, a rawkus appreciation of the Rolling Stones drummer.
Edison can frequently be seen with his long-running blues, gospel, and garage-punk experiment The Edison Rocket Train, and he speaks frequently on free speech, sex, drugs, and the American counterculture. He is “proof positive that one can be both edgy and erudite, lowbrow and literate, and take joy in the unbridled pleasures of the id without sacrificing the higher mind.� (PopMatters.com)
Edison lives and works in Brooklyn, NY. Please visit him at
His books have included the highly-praised memoirs I Have Fun Everywhere I Go and You Are A Complete Disappointment, as well as the sprawling social history of sex on the newsstand, Dirty! Dirty! Dirty!, written during his time as a writer-in-residence at the New York Public Library. He also writes prolifically about food and wine, notably collaborating with restaurateur and viniculturist Joe Bastianich on his New York Times bestselling memoir, Restaurant Man, of which writer Bret Easton Ellis has said, “The directness and energy have a cinematic rush . . . not a single boring sentence.�
His most recent book is Sympathy for the Drummer � Why Charlie Watts Matters, a rawkus appreciation of the Rolling Stones drummer.
Edison can frequently be seen with his long-running blues, gospel, and garage-punk experiment The Edison Rocket Train, and he speaks frequently on free speech, sex, drugs, and the American counterculture. He is “proof positive that one can be both edgy and erudite, lowbrow and literate, and take joy in the unbridled pleasures of the id without sacrificing the higher mind.� (PopMatters.com)
Edison lives and works in Brooklyn, NY. Please visit him at
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May 14, 2013
We were twenty-five years old, and a pointless spur-of-the-moment trip to Vegas was the logical extension of our boozy Frank Sinatra obsession. Vegas was still ridiculously cheap: the flight was ninety-nine dollars, and a room at Circus Circus, home of the Horse Around Bar, was just twenty-five bucks. Ninety-nine cent shrimp cocktails and $1.99 all-you-can-eat prime rib dinners were the order of the day. You could be a poverty-stricken pornographer stuck in Vegas and still die of gout like a seventeenth-century French nobleman.
That's what Mike Edison was doing in 1988.
As a teen, he kept copies of High Times and Penthouse under his mattress, two obsessions that would serve him well just a few years down the road.
After dropping out of NYU, Edison toured Europe with various rock bands and worked for some of the sleazier porn magazines, all before landing a job at High Times.
Edison has led an interesting life and is not shy about sharing all the details. Here he talks about "porn burnout" after writing up to seven titles a month for a porn book publisher:
I felt as if I were being sucked dry by a select genus of horny leeches thriving on the salacious lexicon of low-brow literature. You try recasting "He plunged his pulsating meat puppet between the quivering layers of her moist scissor cake for the eight thousandth time. It made me want to drink drain cleaner and stab myself in the throat with a salad fork.
This man is SO UNLIKE ME! And, I think that's why I enjoyed the book so much.
I would hesitate to even visit a country where I do not speak the language, but not Edison. His attitude is all "Hey-our-band-is-popular-in-Spain-so-let's-move-there-even-though-we-don't-speak-Spanish-and-none-of-us-have-jobs!"
Or how about traveling to Fez, the second largest city in Morocco... just to buy a fez.
Besides admiring Edison's elan, I also love his writing style. Here is part of his obituary for Sinatra:
...beyond hopeless romantics giddy with bone-dry martinis and spurned lovers drowning in last-call whiskey shots with the bartender, Frank resonated with macho in the styles of Jim Morrison and Iggy Pop, who started their careers by reinventing Sinatra's signature crooning and spanking it with fistfuls of blotter acid and electric guitars.
I also agree wholeheartedly with his view on pot:
...turning people into convicts was a lot worse than having them experiment with pot. It was the government's job to protect us from bad people, not from ourselves. And anybody who takes a joint away from a person who is dying ought to be strung up in the town square and beaten with a stick.
I've always been a good girl. I always chose the beaten path. I always played it safe and never took any chances. I cannot tell you how much fun it was to read a memoir by someone who played it fast and loose, even if that meant partying with a decrepit Evel Knievel.
That's what Mike Edison was doing in 1988.
As a teen, he kept copies of High Times and Penthouse under his mattress, two obsessions that would serve him well just a few years down the road.
After dropping out of NYU, Edison toured Europe with various rock bands and worked for some of the sleazier porn magazines, all before landing a job at High Times.
Edison has led an interesting life and is not shy about sharing all the details. Here he talks about "porn burnout" after writing up to seven titles a month for a porn book publisher:
I felt as if I were being sucked dry by a select genus of horny leeches thriving on the salacious lexicon of low-brow literature. You try recasting "He plunged his pulsating meat puppet between the quivering layers of her moist scissor cake for the eight thousandth time. It made me want to drink drain cleaner and stab myself in the throat with a salad fork.
This man is SO UNLIKE ME! And, I think that's why I enjoyed the book so much.
I would hesitate to even visit a country where I do not speak the language, but not Edison. His attitude is all "Hey-our-band-is-popular-in-Spain-so-let's-move-there-even-though-we-don't-speak-Spanish-and-none-of-us-have-jobs!"
Or how about traveling to Fez, the second largest city in Morocco... just to buy a fez.
Besides admiring Edison's elan, I also love his writing style. Here is part of his obituary for Sinatra:
...beyond hopeless romantics giddy with bone-dry martinis and spurned lovers drowning in last-call whiskey shots with the bartender, Frank resonated with macho in the styles of Jim Morrison and Iggy Pop, who started their careers by reinventing Sinatra's signature crooning and spanking it with fistfuls of blotter acid and electric guitars.
I also agree wholeheartedly with his view on pot:
...turning people into convicts was a lot worse than having them experiment with pot. It was the government's job to protect us from bad people, not from ourselves. And anybody who takes a joint away from a person who is dying ought to be strung up in the town square and beaten with a stick.
I've always been a good girl. I always chose the beaten path. I always played it safe and never took any chances. I cannot tell you how much fun it was to read a memoir by someone who played it fast and loose, even if that meant partying with a decrepit Evel Knievel.
July 28, 2012
LOVED this book! I am not a huge fan of nonfiction and biographies are usually the absolute last book I'll ever pick up (except for the pictures. I love looking at pictures in a biography. I don't even care if I know who the person is...my secret prediliction), but hands down, this was one of the most entertaining books I've ever read. I don't care if the whole book turns out to be one big, fat lie like that that James Frey debacle. I. Loved. This. Book!
Mike Edison is a journalist. This book is an homage to those in the trenches giving their readers the stories that make their magazines sell. However, we ain't talking Conde Nast, GQ or Better Homes and Gardnes. This is Wrestling, Smut, Punk Rock and Weed, baby. A no aplogies, unflinching look at the "sticky" side of life.
Mike Edison is a journalist. This book is an homage to those in the trenches giving their readers the stories that make their magazines sell. However, we ain't talking Conde Nast, GQ or Better Homes and Gardnes. This is Wrestling, Smut, Punk Rock and Weed, baby. A no aplogies, unflinching look at the "sticky" side of life.
September 1, 2009
Ugh. This book was interesting in that it had to do with a lot of subcultures/countercultures I normally don't deal with, like pro wrestling, porn novels, and skin mags. My favorite parts were about High Times magazine. But overall the book made me really dislike its author, Mike Edison, because he seemed like such an arrogant dick. In describing every project he's involved in, he makes himself seem like the biggest, baddest dude who's ever done this thing. He's the most professional person in the band or the magazine staffroom, everything that goes wrong is never his fault, and anyone who does things differently than him is wrong. Even his failed relationships aren't his fault - and I also doubted the validity of a lot of his sexual claims. I slogged through the book just to see if he ever redeemed himself, and he really, really didn't.
August 22, 2015
Nice! Mike Edison has lived quite the interesting life, flipflopping mainly between writing and editing magazines and playing rock and roll. He's worked for Screw and High Times, played with Sharkey's Machine and the Raunch Hands (I fondly remember the Raunch Hands' cover version of "Good Golly, Miss Molly" which got a fair amount of airplay on the college radio station I listened to back in 1987 or so.) He's unrepentant about the unsavory aspects of some of the work he's done. Heck, he positively revels in it! This is a highly entertaining book, well worth reading even if you've never heard of Mike Edison. I certainly hadn't when I found it. But something caught my eye--it may or may not have been the word "Porn" in the subtitle--and made me take a closer look at it. I'm glad I did. Edison tells a great story, and has led a story-filled life.
January 4, 2013
Well, this guy's life is definitely worthy of a biography. A bunch of tales about punk-rock touring the entirety of Europe, doing drugs, wrestling and porn. The book has its moments, but all-in-all wasn't that fun. It seems Edison keeps blowing smoke up his own ass, but I'm guessing it's just the first-person perspective and there was no other way he could retell these stories. You'll like it if you're into any of the stuff mentioned, but you'll only really like it/love it if you're into ALL of those things.
May 26, 2015
this book was extremely enjoyable,Mike Edison is some one to be reviled, and then canonized, I for one would build a statue of him, if for nothing else than to piss some one off.
October 12, 2018
I Have Fun Everywhere I Go: Savage Tales of Pot, Porn, Punk Rock, Pro Wrestling, Talking Apes, Evil Bosses, Dirty Jokes, American Heroes, and the More Notorious Magazines in the World by Mike Edison (Faber and Faber, Inc. 2008) (978.0). I finished this book today. Finally. I've never said that before. I'll bet that I'm one of the few people who have stuck with this book to the end. And I have a hunch that the author cares not one whit whether this is so.
What a great title! If only the book lived up to it. This is Mike Edison's story; he lived the “gig economy� for years before anyone conceived such a term. Edison's story begins when upon flunking out of college he caught on as a writer at a magazine which put out a skeezy monthly boilerplate rag about professional wrestling. He soon parlayed this into a gig writing the lowest form of porn novels at the rate of one full title per week. He went on to write for several notorious skin rags capped by a stint at “Screw� magazine under the legendary Al Goldstein. All the while, the author played music off and on with various punk / thrash bands, of which some iterations were more well-received than others. At least a couple of these bands were successful enough to tour internationally.
Author Mike Edison eventually capped his career in the magazine writing / editing / publishing fields with turns as editor at High Times Magazine and then briefly as the editor of a resurrected “Screw� Magazine after Al Goldstein had lost control of the publication in bankruptcy.
I have no doubt that the author has lived most of these tales (or at least some form of them); however, I'm pretty sure that the author is gaming us, his potential reading public, in the telling. To summarize what Edison made crystal clear in his description of the type of writing demanded by his bosses at the porn novel shop: it ain't rocket science. He was taught (and later observed) that almost any story content will do as long as it's ready by deadline. And equally importantly, a good title can pull the suckers in, just like this title did to me. Since my library had the good sense not to purchase this book for our shelves, and since the network of libraries with which my library exchanges interlibrary loans agreed with that assessment, I had to buy this piece of pulp (albeit well-edited pulp) as a used hardback volume in like-new condition on Amazon. For five dollars.
I do not believe that I got my money's worth. My rating: 6/10, finished 10/12/18. HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
What a great title! If only the book lived up to it. This is Mike Edison's story; he lived the “gig economy� for years before anyone conceived such a term. Edison's story begins when upon flunking out of college he caught on as a writer at a magazine which put out a skeezy monthly boilerplate rag about professional wrestling. He soon parlayed this into a gig writing the lowest form of porn novels at the rate of one full title per week. He went on to write for several notorious skin rags capped by a stint at “Screw� magazine under the legendary Al Goldstein. All the while, the author played music off and on with various punk / thrash bands, of which some iterations were more well-received than others. At least a couple of these bands were successful enough to tour internationally.
Author Mike Edison eventually capped his career in the magazine writing / editing / publishing fields with turns as editor at High Times Magazine and then briefly as the editor of a resurrected “Screw� Magazine after Al Goldstein had lost control of the publication in bankruptcy.
I have no doubt that the author has lived most of these tales (or at least some form of them); however, I'm pretty sure that the author is gaming us, his potential reading public, in the telling. To summarize what Edison made crystal clear in his description of the type of writing demanded by his bosses at the porn novel shop: it ain't rocket science. He was taught (and later observed) that almost any story content will do as long as it's ready by deadline. And equally importantly, a good title can pull the suckers in, just like this title did to me. Since my library had the good sense not to purchase this book for our shelves, and since the network of libraries with which my library exchanges interlibrary loans agreed with that assessment, I had to buy this piece of pulp (albeit well-edited pulp) as a used hardback volume in like-new condition on Amazon. For five dollars.
I do not believe that I got my money's worth. My rating: 6/10, finished 10/12/18. HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
June 4, 2018
Just signed here after reading this amazing book. As a Raunch Hands old days fan and a inhabitant of Malasaña neighborhood on the glory days narrated on this drunken fantasy of Mr. Edison, I was shocked while reading such a pile of idiotic topics, druggie nonsense and plain lies concerning the Malasaña scene, Mr. Chandler wife behaviour, Mr. Túrmix terminal thieveness and even the details concerning Sharky's daily life back in the day during his Madrid experience. Not a true Word on most of the characters. Plain silence when concerning to other important factors concerning the band finances (Miss Findlay financed the Fuckers, so it was not the income from gigs in crappy venues where they got most of the money from), and not a single comment written conceruing the constant harrassment from the rest of the group (and members from Los Enemigos and other bands of the day) when Mr. Edison was "delivering" his bizarre behaviour with women and some "selected men" at Malasaña clubs.
The fellatio episode in Hamburg is pure invention. Kike paying to get a blowjob while on tour? And if it is not, what a crappy way to insult the memory of Mr. Túrmix, just because he didn't like our handsome hero Sha(r)key here playing the way he did (compared to other drummers like El Niño or Sebastian Garcia... for example).
It seems that this guy had an annoying experience with every spaniard he met while surviving in Madrid and every local guy was dumb, an idiot or stealing money from the "honest and reliable" Mike Edison. On the other side, every foreigner was Smart, suave or successful compared to those jamón eaters..
The Beatles tape episode is probably the highlight of all the fantastic "van situations" stuff: 'cos we can see, between all the thick lying fog generated by our fave pornographer here, and with astonishing clarity, what's behind the mask: cowardy, unexpected childish behaviour, and probably a mountain of envy towards the leader of the band (how you can Fatty to someone when you have ended being that years before the edition ot his "novel"...).
Please buy this book and enjoy each little slice of egolatry, false modesty and inoperance while remembering the reality of past experiences in a country where he never was another thing than a PEQUEÑAJO
The fellatio episode in Hamburg is pure invention. Kike paying to get a blowjob while on tour? And if it is not, what a crappy way to insult the memory of Mr. Túrmix, just because he didn't like our handsome hero Sha(r)key here playing the way he did (compared to other drummers like El Niño or Sebastian Garcia... for example).
It seems that this guy had an annoying experience with every spaniard he met while surviving in Madrid and every local guy was dumb, an idiot or stealing money from the "honest and reliable" Mike Edison. On the other side, every foreigner was Smart, suave or successful compared to those jamón eaters..
The Beatles tape episode is probably the highlight of all the fantastic "van situations" stuff: 'cos we can see, between all the thick lying fog generated by our fave pornographer here, and with astonishing clarity, what's behind the mask: cowardy, unexpected childish behaviour, and probably a mountain of envy towards the leader of the band (how you can Fatty to someone when you have ended being that years before the edition ot his "novel"...).
Please buy this book and enjoy each little slice of egolatry, false modesty and inoperance while remembering the reality of past experiences in a country where he never was another thing than a PEQUEÑAJO
January 29, 2011
The title is the best thing about this book. Mike Edison has lived a very full and interesting life, but reports with a passionless objectivity that at best is informative and at worst is boring. I guess he felt his life stories were so great that he could just be on auto-pilot and not add any reflection or emotional insight into his going ons. It's a shame because the man knows how to live, but comes across as the old blow hard at the end of the bar who won't shut up about how awesome his band you never heard of was in the 80's. This makes it a dusty time capsule of the 80s and 90s. Also an interesting insight into how the workers at High Times are exactly how you'd imagine them while the workers at a porn mag were quite professional and industrious.
Check it out from the library and skim it.
Check it out from the library and skim it.
November 5, 2009
reveals how empty hedonism is. This is a wild story, very interesting, but little or no story arc or theme. This guy did wild, sometime revolting things, but has no thought whatsoever of being a contributing member of society- leaving this world a better place than when he got here. He is self centered in the extreme and almost wholly unreflective on his life. That said, he is super intellegent, and fairly good writer and a hoot to read. He has a mean turn of a phrase, and I have to say, overall, I enjoyed the book. I'd call this "If Hunter S. Thompson and Larry Flynt had a baby and Keith Moon and a professional wrestler had a baby and those two kids met and had a baby, you'd get the author"
July 2, 2012
I know most of the reviews here are negitive and basically all say sort of the same thing, that Mike is just blowing hot air up his own arse to make himself seem bigger and more important than he really is.
With that said, I personally enjoyed to book. The parts of him working at High Time magazine and trying to get them to bring the magazine into the 90's was what I enjoyed most about this book.
If anyone has ever worked somewhere and tried to make things better only to be told, "We've been doing things like this since 1966 and it's always worked before" will totally get where this book is comming from.
The whole dialog betweent Mike and Wanda the evil accountant on page 252 was highlight of this book for myself.
With that said, I personally enjoyed to book. The parts of him working at High Time magazine and trying to get them to bring the magazine into the 90's was what I enjoyed most about this book.
If anyone has ever worked somewhere and tried to make things better only to be told, "We've been doing things like this since 1966 and it's always worked before" will totally get where this book is comming from.
The whole dialog betweent Mike and Wanda the evil accountant on page 252 was highlight of this book for myself.
July 29, 2008
Mike Edison owes a debt to Hunter S. Thompson, and I'm sure he would agree. I Have Fun Everywhere I Go isn't a Thompson rip-off, though; Edison has his own voice and tells his own story.
And what a story it is! Edison delivers exactly what the title promises, and is hysterically funny in the doing. Edison takes shots at American society, politics, the magazine industry, and himself. He has an opinion about everything, and he's not afraid to share it.
Which reminds me: if you are a huge, passionate, devoted Beatles fan? Do not read this book!
And what a story it is! Edison delivers exactly what the title promises, and is hysterically funny in the doing. Edison takes shots at American society, politics, the magazine industry, and himself. He has an opinion about everything, and he's not afraid to share it.
Which reminds me: if you are a huge, passionate, devoted Beatles fan? Do not read this book!
September 5, 2011
A few months ago my drummer got the idea that I might enjoy this. Boy was he right! I was unfamiliar with Mike Edison, yet quite familiar with much of his work (I'm quite certain I read some of his writing in pro wrestling magazines in the 80's, and I had a co-worker who was a big fan of G.G. Allan). The course Edison's life has taken is enough to make this a fun read, and his turns of phraze add a slight highbrow element to this Bukowski-esque tale of (mostly) joyful decadence. A third of the way into this novel I found myself wishing I could BE Mike Edison.
July 22, 2008
this book started out very funny. total NYC guy, ramones, punk, 80s berlin, screw magazine, high times. as a lover/taker of drugs i like reading about it but this guy's ego is INSANE. he comes off as always the smartest guy in the room, doing the right thing, not falling into the pitfalls everyone else does. it gets boring. and it never stops. also, i'm not a huge fan of wrestling- so i take the blame for being bored during those parts. if you're really into it, you may find it insightful.
February 3, 2009
This was a fun enough read, but ultimately the moral of the memoir is that Edison himself is a carefree and brilliant visionary while the rest of the planet is a bunch of squares who just don't get it, man. That's literally the theme of every anecdote in the book and Edison never lets you forget it. This got old halfway through the book, but some of the stories about working at High Times almost redeemed it.
June 16, 2010
this book was so boring. ok, the author's done a bunch of cool stuff, but he makes it boring as sh*t to read about. and it totally sounds made up - the author says he is right all the time about everything. How could that possibly be true? he's like the loud guy at the bar that you avoid because you dont feel like hearing his stories all night. ok, maybe there were a few funny bits, but i cant recommend this book.
November 6, 2012
Not as wrapped in self-importance as many reviewers would have you believe. I enjoyed Edison's tales of the highs and lows associated with a late 20th/early 21st century New York life. So Edison lacks humility and carries a heavy dose of "smartest guy in the building" attitude. What would you expect from a life long NYC jew? I appreciated his honesty, ego and all, and valiant attempt at gonzo journalism. Maybe a bit too desperate to come off as Hunter Thompson worthy, but not bad.
September 18, 2016
Although I wouldn't recommend this book to my husband because he'd think it was too raunchy, I enjoyed it. It was a peek into a life lived quite differently than my own. The author offers tidbits of how magazines are published, punk rock bands work, and wrestling is crafted behind the scenes. Also, there's is a description of Ronald Reagan on pp. 43-44 that spoke to my soul and read like poetry and truth.
May 9, 2017
Great book with something for nearly everyone (if you're a hedonist with a highbrow appreciation for lowbrow pop culture forms that is). This book makes you feel drunk and also makes you want to drink, it's a double whammy. The best parts, though, are when Edison offers a history of underground/fringe magazine publishing. This would make a fascinating book in its own right.
August 14, 2011
By turns lurid and literate, it also oscillates between fun and sort of depressing. But even when the author is indulging his "druggie literati" persona, he's observant of the nuances of human interaction, and finds things of interest in many parts of life. I don't expect I'll read this again, but I'm not sorry I read it.
October 16, 2014
I expected so much and got so little. Had about forty pages left and couldn't finish it. His ego must be so huge from how great he thinks he is. And what the hell is up with all the fat bashing?
Some of his "stories" seemed a little far fetched and I had to laugh at most of them. Not haha funny but more of haha what is your deal.
Don't waste your time!
Some of his "stories" seemed a little far fetched and I had to laugh at most of them. Not haha funny but more of haha what is your deal.
Don't waste your time!
October 27, 2016
To paraphrase the title of this book (I Have Fun Everywhere I Go), let's just say: I had fun on every page I read. Fun book. The topics are in the title: pot, porn, punk rock ... not necessarily ground breaking prose or such, but definitely a good time. I'm planning on reading the author's other works.
October 14, 2008
i don't give a shit about pro wrestling or The Raunch Hands, but this here's proof that a good writer makes all the difference. well, that and the fact that i do like the punk, the porn, the weed, and the word.
May 31, 2009
It was an ok book, but not great. The guy who wrote the book wrote and edited wrestling magazines, was publisher of High Times, wrote smut books and became the editor of Screw magazine. In addition, he traveled through Europe in various rock bands. So an interesting life, but only a decent read.
June 17, 2008
this book is hilarious! mike edison really does have fun everywhere he goes
June 24, 2008
Not my life at all, but a great memoir! This guy is so bright and writes well. Funny as all get out!
June 9, 2008
Check out my review in The Brooklyn Rail:
Shelved as 'because-i-work-in-a-bookstore'
November 7, 2008yay caricatures!
December 12, 2008
An enjoyable romp through punk rock, pro wrestling & porn. An undergraduate Hunter S. Thompson style, but fun regardless.
July 29, 2012
Made it to page 179...
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