Many, many years ago I bought a copy of "Me Talk Pretty One Day" for a friend. I am not entirely certain what possessed me, but I read it before I gave it to them. I still talk about it, especially the story about the F***it Bucket. I actually gave buckets full of candy to friends as gifts, one of which was packaged up and sent on a Greyhound Bus to someone that I lovingly refer to as Hobo. But that's a story that will take far too long and best saved for another time.
I am between gigs, so naturally I borrowed 5 of David Sedaris' books from the library and immediately created a blanket fortress on the couch so that I could see what his family had been up to. It's the sort of stuff you couldn't possibly make up if you tried and just on the cusp of being completely unbelievable. You start out feeling like a voyeur but then realize you're acting as a witness that David may rely on in court. You find yourself laughing at stuff that really shouldn't be funny, but since no one is watching you keep turning the pages because you simply can't help yourself.
