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The Death of Cool: From Teenage Rebellion to the Hangover of Adulthood [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Humor)
  • Author:  McInnes, Gavin
  • Author:  McInnes, Gavin
  • ISBN-10:  1451614187
  • ISBN-10:  1451614187
  • ISBN-13:  9781451614183
  • ISBN-13:  9781451614183
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Pages:  288
  • Pages:  288
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-2013
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-2013
  • SKU:  1451614187-11-MING
  • SKU:  1451614187-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100122825
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A laugh-out-loud chronicle of extreme-but-true stories, featuring drunken fist fights, Satanic punk bands, afternoons on heroin, and multiple threesomes—perfect for readers of Tucker Max and Chuck Klosterman.

Gavin McInnes is more than just a rude lunatic who keeps getting beat up. He is an icon who personifies irreverence for an entire generation. This is his story, or, rather, stories—lots of them, and all gut-punchingly hilarious, from that first far reach into a girl’s tight jeans to turning forty with a cataclysmic party. In between you’ll read about acid trips, threesomes, Nazi skinheads, his band Anal Chinook (Inuit for “warm wind”), Martians in northern Canada, throwing pedophiles in jail, dinner with the Clash, what happens when you crash Bill Maher’s show wasted, and the true story ofVicemagazine. A gifted writer and a born storyteller, McInnes has lived his life without apology. Learn from it.The Death of Cool
Zapped by Space Guns into a Shit Hole on Acid (1985)

I would never do acid in New York City—it’s too dirty and claustrophobic—but when you’re stuck way out in Buttfuck, Ontario, it’s your only escape.

First, let me tell you how Buttfuck this place was. Canadian developers back then were busy creating cookie-cutter housing communities in the middle of nowhere. They had slogans such as “Tomorrow’s city … today” and names such as New Granada and Bridlewood. They were far from the city and had no drugs, bars, gangs, sluts, or crime—just trees, houses, and the local school.

My parents were educated but working-class Scots who wanted to get as far away from their shitty past as possible. Like all ex–poor people they wanted a better life for their kids and this seemed like a great opportunity. ThlC¯

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