Unlike Val Kilmer's autobiography, this weird actor's biography is poor. I read 'Huckleberry' twice, because the anecdotes were funny, the stories were poignant, the philosophy was earnest, and the journey was moving. Not this one. The anecdotes were cruel, the stories were bizarre, the philosophy was fluffy, and the journey was often pointless. Add it to the list of 'wish I hadn't read it after all.'