When my brother picked me up from the airport, she was already doing worse. I spent the last 24 hours crying.
The woman who loves me lost both her parents. My mom lost a tooth when my father touched her with his fist, because the kitchen knife failed to hit her.
“You don’t need all that noise, that constant hum in the background telling you whether or not you’re good enough. All you need is you, your friends, and your family. And you will find the right person for you, if that’s what you want – the one who respects your strength and beauty.”
“Okay, here’s one about my first girlfriend.”
However, instead of traveling the globe, creating beautiful works of art, or sharing groundbreaking ideas with society, over the last 5 years I found myself spending months at a time drinking Bourbon out of a plastic bottle while playing Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 on a PC.
It hasn’t been a full month since Corey Feldman’s autobiography Coreyography was released, but the book may just pull the rug out from beneath Marc Maron’s feet as the best memoir and, potentially, the best non-fiction book of 2013.