People with amazing lives must be somewhat gun shy after James Frey cornered the market on fantastical (and ultimately made up) memoirs a couple years ago (and let’s be honest, Frey’s “A Million Little Pieces” really was just a drawn out and exaggerated “Oh my God, I was so wasted last night…” bar tale). Another Bullshit Night in Suck City doesn’t reach that level, though Nick Flynn doesn’t meet his father for real until the man walks into his life as a client at Boston’s Pine Street Inn. Just like I enjoy movies that look like where I live (and thus applaud Boston’s emergence as the new Toronto), I also enjoy books that sound like where I live.
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