I really wanted to like this book as I've been a Motley Crue fan from the start, but try as I might, I ended up very disappointed. There are a number of problems with this book, not least of which is that Vince Neil seems very reluctant to be doing it (Tattoos and Tequila refer to his two latest business ventures) and his co-writer, Mike Sagar ,along with so many other characters involved, genuinely don't seem to like Vince. This is understandable. Throughout he comes across as petulant and disingenuous. If the idea of doing an autobiography is to tell your side of the story then Vince fails spectacularly. There is very little here that hasn't previously appeared - most notably in 'The Dirt' which large passages of this book quote almost verbatim. Given Vince's chequered past you would reasonably expect some remorse or contrition but ,alas no. Vince readily blames everyone around him for problems which have befallen him and uses his substance abuse as an excuse for his hazy recollections - however, his memory can be conveniently razor sharp when it suits him. This leads to a lot of narrative inconsistencies and a lot of frustration on behalf of the reader.
Ultimately, I'm sad to say Vince Neil comes over as being quite an unlikeable and self-obsessed character. The media caricature of pouty 'Prince Vince' becomes all too believable reading this book. I honestly believe this has been a missed opportunity for both Vince and fans alike, but given the attitude that he perpetuates throughout, I doubt he gives a crap.
If you are a Crue fan I'd advise you to stick with 'The Dirt'. If you are a Vince Neil fan and wish to stay that way, then I'd advise you avoid this book altogether. It is merely an elaborate plug for two tattoo parlours in Las Vegas and a tequila brewing enterprise - how very Rock'n'Roll.