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Kinda wish I hadn't read this. 😒So poorly written and full of hyperbole, this autobiography reveals what an epic douchebag Clapton is: misogynist, womanizer, serial cheater, unaccountable for almost everything until he's 60, lame god revelations, and an inability to see women as human beings. Have copious amounts of heroin and alcohol depleted this person of the use of adjectives? The man can't seem to describe women in his life without talking about their body shape or the length of their hair. Gross. Felt sick to my stomach reading about his final affair and marriage to yet another child, as he described falling for someone with "no ambition." What? His words, not mine. Talk about compensating!

Damnit though, I like his music. I wish I were one of those people who can separate the art from the artist, but I'm not.