My guest Jennifer Kabay described the memoir:

Burroughs is a high-paid professional and RAGING alcoholic. Like—bad. Like stinking up the elevator with gin seeping from his pores bad. And from page 1 you’re sucked into his personal cocktail of lies, shame, co-dependency, and self-destruction. Maybe it’s my toxic trait to find these memoirs utterly fascinating. But really, I want to understand. Because too many people I love struggle with addiction. Burroughs shares his rise and inevitable fall with surprising humor. Like seriously, this book is FUNNY. And I loved it. Straight to STAFF PICKS at the library and big love to anyone who has the courage to share their truth like this.