Busch's performance of his own memoir is surprisingly bad. He reads his own words without a natural sense of rhythm, often pausing awkwardly mid-phrase at line breaks. There are technical flubs suggesting he's engineering his own recording at a home studio rather than with professional support. It's unbearable to listen to.

Despite that, the anecdotes are charming, if indifferently edited. I'd expected the audiobook to elevate the text; it does not. ( )