More than anything, this book is hilarious. Any page you open to has a great anecdote - like how one cop felt he had probable cause for a search because he HEARD (yes, HEARD) the tell-tale sound of a bail of marijuana hitting the floor in a private house.
The book is also useful, not just for people that use or sell drugs, but for people that are around people that use or sell drugs. PARENTS: This means YOUR KIDS. If they go to an American high school or college, they're going to have friends that use drugs. Think what you want about whether they should be legal or not or whether they are harmful or not, the fact is: YOUR KIDS NEED TO KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH A BUST because they might just be pulled over and one of their 'friends' has his stash in your kid's glove compartment. Then, of course, it might be your kid's stash, but then they need this book more than anything (besides a good lawyer).
Ultimately the book is a little frightening. The anecdotes, while individually funny, add up to one scary picture of the drug war. In this country, we lock up the people with a personal problem (call it a sickness or whatever) with people that are real criminals; we do it using methods that violate civil liberties in scary ways; we punish people differently for similar offenses in a way that smacks of racism (the classic coke vs. crack sentencing issue, not to mention the light sentencing that hard-core-addicts of Mother's (and Rush Limbaugh's) Little Helpers get versus your street-variety smack).
Fabricant knows his stuff. He's passionate. He's funny. He's a really good writer. This does indeed make a great gift, particularly with the great R. Crumb illustrations.