His insistence on revealing all, even excruciating details that we ourselves may share but keep hidden, is what his fans, including me, love about him.
Over the past week, when not laughing uncontrollably, I’ve gathered a few “Augustenisms,” on everything from his failed novels to his drunken (also failed) assaults on rodents with RAID and flashlights in his bathtub. I’ll see him again Saturday night – stay tuned.
* “I wrote two novels that were horrible. So bad that, finished…
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