As an obsessive fan, I must say that it was worth the wait--I'd been waiting since 1980 or so to get a copy, and in 2004, I finally did. Why? To complete my collection, to see if it was as bad as it had been described (it was worse!), and to read a book that was "written" by a living Stooge. So, for that, it was worth it.
Opening the book? Oh, dear Lord! I'd say that James Carone smoked crack while writing this book, but they didn't have crack then, so I'll blame either weed laced with PCP, or constant drunkenness. You'd think a guy who was such an ass could, you know, not have 10,000 damn commas all over the place. (Here, is, an,,,,,example...,,,,)
But you know, I think it's the worst thing I've ever seen in print! That even includes the horrendous papers I've proofread!