Well, I am re-reading this and I’m not sure why. Burroughs’ childhood was horrific and, even with his fierce sense of humor and extraordinary writing style (HOW does he remember all of that? HOW does he distill it into a narrative? HOW?!), I guess I simply feel like this: if he can LIVE through it all, I can bear witness to it. Augusten, I’m sorry that you had to go through that. I’m sorry all the adults in your life were wackadoo and failed you over and over. Bless you and your life now. I hope you’re very happy.
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