If you are looking for a book filled with the tender touching moments of the first blush of young love, this may not be what you have in mind. This book is a story about junkies, meth-heads, detox, rehabs, perverted debaucheries, secret sex tapes, strippers, prostitutes, transvestites, gangbangers, movie producers, television therapists, and, of course, the connection to Sharon Tate. But what sets this book apart from O' Neill's earlier tale of junkie desperation Down and Out on Murder Mile is that here O'Neill has channeled his inner Charles Willeford and conveys the gallows humor of a situation in a quick line or two. Despite the subject matter, there's enough distance from it to taste the bitter dark irony in the different scenes. This book is beautifully crafted, well-paced, and hard to put down. And, it's typical noir, because by the time the final curtain falls, no one here gets out alive or whole. ( )

Being from Los Angeles, I enjoyed the local references.

This story kept my interest. It was written with humor. However, I have to say that the title says it all; SICK CITY

It was about a bunch of desperate people that lived on the edge. It reminded me of the movie BARFLY. The seedy side of life is the only life some people know. ( )