Lenny Dykstra is not a nice guy. He knows it, even basks in it, and he does not care if you know it, too. That’s what makes his new memoir “House of Nails: A Memoir of Life on the Edge,” as Stephen King aptly puts it on the cover of the book, “One of the best sports autobiographies I’ve ever read.” It is a brutally honest take on a life lived to excess.
He pulls no punches on his quest to be best baseball player he could be, or on his lust for drugs and women and money.