hang you to dry

Spent a fair amount of time on Sunday reading Anthony Kiedis' autobiography at B & N. It was some good reading material.

A friend of mine had told me it was worth reading, and I remember in one of his interviews he had mentioned he was working on something with a writer. But it was released and just flew under the radar. For one reason, it is so explicit, the photos are explicit, his lifestyle filled with SO MUCH DRUG USE is explicit and his relationships with women, his managers, producers and band members are explicit. It's like he is constantly trying to resist the urge to get high, to get wasted, and to blow his money on drugs. There was no respite for him, he was always on a downward spiral. He stayed sober and clean, for like a month straight and then, there would be a relapse. How do people live like that? I don't know why I found it fascinating enough that I sat there for close to an hour reading it. There have been many books that I have sampled at Barnes and Noble and none of them have kept me still for that long. You leaf through the pages, catch a paragraph or two and that is about it. But this one was some good stuff. His dysfunctional relationships rung true too. Like fiction is not as intriguing as reality. Not quite. I may just buy it. Plus he donates 5% of his pay to charity. I did the math and I cannot afford to do that.

It just goes to show how different my sister and I are. On Sunday afternoon, she chose to go home and bake some bread for her office Xmas party, while I chose to go to B & N and read about sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Is it any wonder that I am still single?