Joe Biden’s second son has been a tabloid buffet for years with strippers, leaked photos, crack pipes, triangles of family love, an incriminating laptop, stray gun, and ethical issues.
When the book was announced two months ago, it seemed like another bad calculation by Hunter that would overshadow his father’s honeymoon as president.
But it is not like that. The book, indescribably sad and beautifully written, tears the tabloid from the story of an American family who went through the highest ups and the lowest lows. The outlines are familiar, but the details are impressive and prove that drugs can drag anyone down, even the privileged son of a famous politician who drove downtown to buy crack in his Porsche and the copious burisma of “fun money “Had, as he put it, to rehab hop. Even his father, who chased him down a driveway after family intervention, could not overcome “Crack’s Dark Power”.
Side by side you ask yourself: how the hell is this guy still alive?
At 51, Hunter has not lost his talent for messing around. In a CBS interview broadcast on Sunday, he gave an insincere response to the infamous laptop he allegedly forgot to pick up at a Delaware repair facility: “There may be a laptop that was stolen from me. It could be that I was hacked. It could be that it was – that it was Russian intelligence. “Nobody is buying this.
The book tells of a litany of other times when he left incriminating evidence in rental cars, ripped off at drug deals, or had his Gucci slippers, $ 800 sports coat and Rimowa luggage stolen from the “shabby subculture” with which he was in Hollywood hotels together.
And while he writes that he wouldn’t go to the Burisma board if he had to do it again because it allowed Trump to target him and his father, he doesn’t acknowledge that his business is with Ukraine and China were very swampy.
Still, the book sheds light on the underworld of addiction – our national shame – that led the son of a vice president and presidential candidate to share an apartment with his crack connection in the shadow of the White House. sweating, crying, singing “Hail Mary”, falling off the grid to live in a Super 8 motel for $ 59 a night off I-95, and a Hollywood hotel for his “traveling vampire gang” blacklisted one at a time. straight from a Quentin Tarantino film, “an opaque, eerie night world of interconnected lives that roamed LA between 2 a.m. and 8 a.m.”, consisting of “thieves, junkies, retailers, strippers over the hill, crooks and various hangers-on . “Not to mention Samoan gangsters with wild nicknames.