This is mostly not a memoir about this man’s body. It’s a series of vignettes, in no particular order, about the life he’s led which got him to where he is now. He’s a guy who has sort of lumped through life. Had some challenges like Crohn’s disease and weirdnesses at art school, trying to make and keep friends, meet women. He paid his way through some of this doing painting at a wooden shoe factory. It’s disjointed at times but a good read overall.