Of the enraging minutes within this memoir — the dreadful conclusions, the wasted money, the wasted life — the one where Mick Jagger dispenses rock’n’roll intellect into the book’s writer, Tyler James, is one of the very infuriating. Both met on Mustique in 2008, where James was accompanying his very best friend, Amy Winehouse, on a trip meant to assist her kick uncontrolled addictions to heroin and crack. James, an aspiring pop star combating his very own drink difficulty, discovered himself caring for Winehouse through the indignities of withdrawal, down her with saltwater after she had been ill, which makes her”tired juice” — mostly rum and Night Nurse — to dull the horrible side effects. “Do not worry, man,” Jagger reassured James because they had dinner