This is a pretty fucked up book. In the short 130 pages, there's random violence, orgies, detailed drug usage, suicide attempts, overdoses, and prostitution. But it's not dark for its own sake - through the author's detached, dissociated, often poetic descriptions of all of the above (at least partially based on his own experiences), you get a real insight into how and why people living these sorts of lives continue in them. Something about how alienated the protagonist is from everything that is going on around him makes you just accept all the horrible shit he witnesses.

From this dissociated perspective he then paints these viscerally detailed images of things in his environment - a rotting pineapple, cum in his mouth, a needle being disinfected before use. The level of sensory detail these images get makes them first and foremost very beautiful, in their own way, but also by far more disturbing and disgusting than anything else that goes on in the book.

Yeah idk, I liked this quite a lot. Good book, don't read it though.

EDIT: Props also to the author for not making this book unnecessarily long, though that would have been a possibility. Really kept to the perfect scale.