Those of us who knew Times Square before it was scrubbed clean by Giuliani and Corporate America remember it as the delightfully sleazy epicenter of an already decaying NYC. Those days are gone forever, but Josh Alan Friedman's hilarious yet poignant memoir reminisces about the days when peep shows, prostitutes, and pimps ruled 42nd Street and its environs. If you never had the chance to experience Times Square in its pre-Disney glory, this book is as close as you're ever going to get without actually having to take a shower afterwards.