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Life by Keith Richards

Life by Keith Richards

They say every wrinkle tells a story.  If that’s true, Life, the autobiography by Keith Richards, may just win The Pulitzer.  Few people could write a 500+ page life-story without sounding completely pompous, and even fewer could make that seem far too short.  But, Keith Richards is rock & roll, and whether you’re a fan of The Rolling Stones or not, you’ve got to admit, you’re insanely jealous of their weathered cofounder.  He’s lived the life all guys dream of; heck, he’s lived the life all other rockstars dream of.  The all-night partying, the inter-band fights, the handful of drugs taken (which is accurate if you’re hand is enormous), and the throngs of women who waited simply for the honor of being beckoned back to the dressing room – it’s all described in the self-proclaimed outlaw’s own words in Life.