As the book opens, Burroughs is nearing 13, the son of an increasingly withdrawn, alcoholic father and a psychotic mother who fancies herself a modern-day Emily Dickinson, believing that her awful poetry will win her certain celebrity. After the marriage shatters, Burroughs’ mother Deirdre steps up her therapy sessions with the mercurial Dr. Finch, a psychiatrist who maintains questionable intimacy with his patients and has a special masturbation room adjoining his office, where he gets off on pictures of Golda Meir.
—Running With Scissors, Augusten Burroughs
Now that’s a plot line.
In other news, the Dr. and the Mrs. are getting flooded with email–like, bukake style. Is there perhaps a swingers convention in Terre Haute?
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