Here’s a bit from the “high” section: The graph of my career had spiked. McSweeney’s was the center of the hippest New York literary scene to emerge in many a year, and I rode that horse into a lather. I found myself opening for the band, They Might Be Giants, at the Bowery Ballroom in Manhattan, performing spoken-word poetry parodies in front of more than 1,000 people. David Byrne played the bongos behind me while I read in Amsterdam at the National Theater Of Holland. Those were glorious days. The party would never end.
You’ve got to read the rest for yourself.