“Legs McNeil revisits his hard-knock adolescence and run-ins with Lou Reed, the Ramones, and Talking Heads with a finely honed sense of mischief. Essential reading for anyone who came along too late for CBGB—or arrived on time but can’t quite recall what happened.”
—Graydon Carter, former editor of Vanity Fair and cofounder of Air Mail and Spy

“Having read this propulsive, gasp-inducing mosh pit of memories, I’m not 100% sure that 100% of Legs lived to tell this tale. But what’s left of him has written a knockout book.”
—Patton Oswalt, actor and comedian

“Legs is a true original and he was THERE, baby. Personally, I can never get enough of this . . .”
—John Taylor, musician and author of In the Pleasure Groove: Love, Death, and Duran Duran

“Legs McNeil has made a profession out of inviting mockery. Few have been able to resist accepting, but among his admirers have been Sinead O’Connor, Norman Mailer, and a sexually disadvantaged elderly rich woman in the vicinity of Cheshire, Connecticut. I did love finding out about his childhood. Eddie Haskell (look him up) was a kindred soul. Obsequious ineptitude, with a suburban-swamp dash of surly, as survival tactic and comedy engine. The Legs is still standing. You have to salute him. Viva Legs!”
—Richard Hell, rock star and poet

“Legs tells a story I remember well;
through a haze of heroin and coke-soaked lenses told in utterances that stink of puke and stale beer,
when Times Square was a real red-light district temple to vice and depravity and the Bowery had real ‘dive-bars.’
The music was as raw, violent, and dangerous as the streets.
Literature came out of pulp paperbacks.
Politics came out of Screw Magazine. 
And art came out of underground comix and fanzines.
It was a time when we were all innocent before our fall from paradise.” 
—Joe Coleman, artist

“Legs McNeil has always been the coolest guy in the room. He’s also a brilliant writer. Resident Punk is a heartfelt, hilarious, hell-bent journey through a downtown NYC that’s been lost forever. A fantastic memoir.”
—Elizabeth Hand, award-winning author of A Haunting on the Hill

“The sordid story of a dissolute youth.”
—Roberta Bayley, photographer who shot the Ramones’ first album

“I have known Legs for half a century. Always thought he was a keeper. This funny, wise, autumnal yet still dukes-up autobiography proves it. Punk roots here!"
—Mark Jacobson, author of The Lampshade: A Holocaust Detective Story from Buchenwald to New Orleans

“I’ve been way too busy making a living, but I finally finished Legs McNeil's stupid book. Now I know way more about him than I would ever care to, so thanks for that! Despite the trauma, I really enjoyed it. I still can’t believe Legs can form whole sentences, never mind put enough of them together to make a paragraph."
—Elaine Aaronson, comedy writer for The Larry Sanders Show