![]() ![]() ![]() It starts with his agreement-dry out, or get fired-to enter rehab he chooses a gay clinic in Minnesota: “a rehab hospital run by fags will be hip. Declaring he's “vain and shallow”-“If I were straight, I am certain I would be one of those guys who goes to wet T-shirt contests and votes with great enthusiasm”-he’s quick to strike a pose to admire his silhouette but in his own half-mad way, he's an original, a step aslant of the cutting edge, and wonderfully capable of expressing the miseries and sublimities of detox. ![]() This is his story of trying to keep the next drink from coming. He is not, as he would say, the man you’d want operating the cotton gin-he is funny and dark. Burroughs is an alcoholic, a true-blue, two-fisted, drink-till-you-see-the-spiders-on-the-wall alcoholic. Like the alcohol he so enjoys, Burroughs’s story of getting dry will go straight into your bloodstream and leave you buzzing, exhilarated, and wiped out.īurroughs is a malcontented, successful advertising copywriter: in his 20s, gay, living in Manhattan, and owner of a childhood that the word “nightmare” doesn't even begin to cover (as described in Running With Scissors, 2002). ![]()
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