This third and final part to the I Was a Punk Before You Were a Punk trilogy begins in a Winnipeg jail cell in 1984 and ends twenty-years later in Vancouver. This first hand account of the punk lifestyle is brutally honest, devastatingly funny, and at times, emotionally chilling. Although not for the weak of heart, the candid narrative and unflinching prose make this book very readable and hard to put down. There is no peace, love, and anarchy for Mr. Walter, only boots, beer, and massive amounts of mayhem.