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The History Connection - Hero of the Underground: A Memoir
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List Price: $24.95
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Manufacturer: St. Martin's Press
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Binding: Hardcover
Dewey Decimal Number: 796.332092
EAN: 9780312375768
ISBN: 031237576X
Label: St. Martin's Press
Manufacturer: St. Martin's Press
Number Of Items: 1
Number Of Pages: 304
Publication Date: 2008-07-08
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Release Date: 2008-07-08
Studio: St. Martin's Press
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Summary: pretty good
Comment: Well written for a football player, however, it still smells of adolescent boy testosterone. I appreciate the story, but sports books always have a way of reinforcing stereotypes that dumb jocks have little else to live for other than sports.
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Summary: Carolina Panthers fan...
Comment: Being a Carolinas panther fan, I always wondered about the background of Jason Peter and what happened post NFL. This book was the cure. A very insightful story.
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Summary: Spoiled narcissist with a Nebraska-sized ego
Comment: I picked up this book knowing full well that I was just going to get another utterly unoriginal "overpaid jerk does tons of blow, nails some strippers and hookers, then "gets it" in the end. Not so in this self-indulgent and self-aggrandizing piece of drivel.
Not only does Peter come off as a majorly-spoiled, arrogant know-it-all during the book, as someone earlier alluded to, you can totally see this guy getting back on the sauce. He never got it. He thought (thinks) he knows better than anyone about addiction. As someone who's overcame the very things and yes, all-knowing thoughts that he possesses, good luck with that Jason.
If you know anything about his brother's criminal past (which he convieniently left out of the book) it becomes apparent that both of these clowns came from over-privileged backgrounds where anything goes, no consequences. After reading this book, it became apparent to me that this guy hasn't changed a bit. Yeah, a real hero.
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Summary: Astonishing!
Comment: Jason Peter has written a memoir that grabs you by the throat and is relentless througout, from his days as a savage defensive linemen at Nebraska and with the Carolina Panthers to his nights, weeks, and years of hardcore addiction to painkillers, cocaine, and heroin. This is a story, not for the squeamish, that will leave your head spinning from an out-of-control life style that few of us ever get the true inside scoop on. For those readers who love a brutally and somewhat disturbing roller coaster ride of a troubled person who overcomes the odds, then read this book........it's simply unforgettable.
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Summary: In the end it disappoints, Big Time
Comment: It would be natural to expect that someone who has been in and out of rehab and fought the demons of addiction to reach a level of maturity where their message would be of note.
That never happens.
The only reason I kept reading the book was to wait for this big "I get it moment" from our "hero".
That never happens.
Much of the book is spent with the author ranting against all the "wrongs" that have been done to him and his family in this world. What a joke.
Then we are exposed to the his trips through rehab, where none of the counselors have a clue about how to battle addiciton. The author of course knows how addiction can be beat and at each rehab he tells the professionals how. Of course it never seems to occur to our "hero" that maybe he is the problem.
My real concern is that someday soon we will be reading about the author and some sort of major incident related to drugs.
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Editorial Reviews:
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I wasn’t afraid of death.
How could I be? I lived under death’s shadow every day. When you swallow eighty Vicodin, twenty sleeping pills, drink a bottle of vodka, and still survive, a certain sense of invulnerability stays with you. When you continually use drugs with the kind of reckless determination that I did, the limit to how much heroin or crack you can ingest is not defined in dollar amounts, but in the amounts your body can withstand without experiencing a seizure or respiratory failure. Yet at the end of every binge, every night of lining up six, seven, eight crack pipes and hitting them one after the other bam! bam! bam! every night of smoking and snorting bag after bag of heroin . . . after all of that, when you still wake up to see the same dirty sky over you as the night before, you start to think that instead of dying, maybe your punishment is to live---to be stuck in this purgatory of self-abuse and misery for an eternity. Sometimes you start to think that death would come as a blessed relief.
Toward the end, I found myself contemplating death again. Only this time I wasn’t going to leave it to chance. I was going to buy a gun, load the thing, place the barrel in my mouth, and blow my fucking brains out.
I sat on my parents’ sofa as I pondered this. All I needed was a gun.
And then all--
of my problems--
would be solved.
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