I started this memoir with very high hopes. It started off good, but quickly dwindled after that. After watching several Kody Scott interviews, I found it extremely difficult to believe he actually wrote this book. I also felt he spent far too much time blaming society for his own flaws instead of taking responsibility for his heinous actions. It's easy to point the finger at parents, authorities and the LA Police Department, but what about HIMSELF? The memoir then becomes a pretentious account of gang life in LA. I didn't feel sorry for Kody Scott at any point, which is what I'm sure he wanted from the reader. Not buying it. Sorry.