Please take note that the following post has strong language.
Before I started meditating, and possibly the reason I started meditating, I read a book called Dharma Punx. It was a funny way to get into meditation, but maybe appropriate for me at the time. The guy who wrote it, Noah Levine, was a true punk rocker from the true era of punk music (I think 79-83?), which had the back-bone philosophy that anyone over the age of 25 was untrustworthy, and anyone of true virtue should die from partying and fighting before they become untrustworthy assholes (precisely on their 25th birthday).
Anyway, a lot of violence and hard-times plagues Levine’s life in California. His dad, at one point when Levine’s in juvie, sits with him and teaches him a basic meditation (his dad’s an old hippy). Levine is experiencing the worst low of his life, so he figures what the hell, give it a try.
The rest of the book is about how meditation changes his life. The change is slow, he still fights a lot even years later, and to be honest even as the narrator of the book he sounds like a weird guy. But when he’s writing Dharma Punx he’s a teacher at a Buddhist centre, and he published a book, so...I guess everything works out for Levine.