The first half of the Kif book is a load of fun, but then it hits the wall with a hundred pages of scoring, shooting up, and cold turkey. Mind you, it’s probably appropriate that reader boredom should mirror the actual tedium of the smackhead treadmill.
The positive side that comes across is how the guy uses drugs to be able to work on in the studio, for days on end, obsessed. I’m a bit like that too – I get to work some mornings and can’t face doing anything, so I reach for the green tea. Then I lie on the floor until it kicks in. I'm lying there now in fact, nearly ready to do something.