I've been reading Sabu's book. I'm about halfway through, maybe a bit more.
One of the pleasant surprises is that it also functions as a mini-biography of The Sheik.
Another pleasant surprise: My BS Meter hasn't really gone off while reading this. Sabu seems very honest and forthcoming. He even admitted to being a drug addict, for example.
While this autobiography is obviously designed to paint him in the best light, as most are, it really is a shame that he doesn't get the credit he deserves for how innovative and influential he was in his career - and never really got the big money contract he should have, because of Heyman and his fuckery.
This has served as a reminder to me of why everyone loved Sabu in the first place. It sucks that he's presumably too old and broke down now to benefit from a run in AEW, ROH, or even something like Impact or the NWA.