If the rest of this book lives up to its opening sentences, I'm going to be a very happy reader. It starts with:
"The situation: before they'd let me out of rehab, someone had to agree to act as my legal custodian. There it is, the snappy truth about why, at the age of thirty-two, I live with my mother. She now has control over every aspect of my life from my finances to my laundry. One little cocaine-induced heart attack and it's back to my childhood to start over."
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