Jul 18, 2006 15:52
So, yesterday, instead of going to see A Scanner Darkly, I very bitterly entered a chain bookstore and and bought Augusten Burrough's second memoir, Dry.
I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting. I mean, I guess I figured that he had such a ridiculously fucked up childhood that the rest of his life would just have to be outlandish. I thought that I'd laugh quite a bit. Instead, I got pounded over the fucking skull with the most ridiculously depressing account of an addiction I've ever read. I have a few family members who have had their lives ruined by alcohol, but I've NEVER heard a story like some of the ones he wrote about.
His stories were kind of like a car crash. Absolutely horrifying, but I couldn't stop reading. I pretty much have been locked in my bedroom since I bought the book, sobbing, making confused faces, and trying not to gag. Jeez.
I'm upset. Not because the book wasn't good, but because I was expecting a laugh and instead got about a hundred more reasons why I should never drink again.
I have a really bad stomache ache now.
Doot doot doo... Do I hate any other news?
I bought a new shirt, and when I got home, I realized it smells like my balls do after a long day of cutting the grass, jogging AND playing golf. Ew. I'm never wearing that shirt.
-brandon.