The author says that he has never written with such honesty before in his life, and you should believe him, dear reader. This is a story written by a grandfather about his addicted grandson. The grandfather knew his grandson as a young boy and thought that he did not know him as a young man. The young man was Joplin, who made his home on the street, traveled, and learned to jump on freight trains. The road everywhere became his home as well, and he was one of those wanderers who had a mysterious and confusing life. Joplin was born in 1988, when his grandfather was forty-seven, and he lived to see his grandson on a journey that confined him to a small circle of 21st-century vagabonds, who called themselves "traveller boys." This is a journey into the dark side of America that most people don't even know exists, where traveling boys get to their destinations by any means available: they walk, ask strangers for rides, take strange buses, but prefer to hop on freight trains. In five years, the grandson traveled twenty-five thousand miles traveling by train. The grandfather writes out of the narrator's passion and love for the grandfather, and he presents us with a true, intimate story of Goblin and his companions, from which we learn a lot about life, friendship, love, and human relationships, and not just addiction, as Goblin lived a life that is unlike any logical life we ¿¿have known. This book, in its description of Joplin's life, gives us every warning against falling into the trap of addiction. Rather, it is a live broadcast of what the life of an addict can be like between the streets and hospitals, a permanent obstacle to success and to the completion of love. The reader of this book cannot help but fear addiction, stay away from his path by all means, and learn the harsh lesson from the life of Goblin and his companions. An addict cannot read it without seeking to quit his addiction.