This book gave me a headache. I love reading memoirs. A time to find out someone’s backstory and hear inner thoughts you normally wouldn’t. I watched friends as a teen, so being in my 30s now, looking back at how things age, it worries me the way Perry talks about women. Especially the ones he’s been with. It’s not healthy and honestly worrisome in terms of women have experienced their encounters with him.

Addiction is horrible. It goes against rhyme and reason, and makes family and friends feel hopeless. Someone’s narcissism and all-around self-important arrogance is not all stemming from addiction. There is so much trauma stored inside Perry and it manifests as projections against people he feels have deserted or abandoned him.

The insecurities that result in Perry affirmations about himself are dizzying.