Last night I drove to Atlanta for a reading and signing with one of my favorite authors, Augusten Burroughs. ("Running with Scissors," "Dry," etc.)I contend that were it not for the fact that my childhood was somewhat idyllic rather than being beyond traumatic, that I have never been near a major drug in my life, and that I'm straight - Augusten and I would be soul mates.Anyway, because I am a huge dork, I was more than thrilled for this meeting. In short, I was like a twelve-year-old about to meet Justin Timberlake or one of the ladies at the retirement community when there's a new widower on the floor.As you can see from the picture, Mr. Burroughs felt exactly the same way.
