The Last Striptease

I have the misfortune to wear out the flight pattern between Chicago and Dallas. Accordingly, I spend a great deal of time waiting out the inevitable delays at the DFW Chilis over a margarita big enough to drown a small puppy. This book was my first step toward sobriety. I had difficulty putting it down, let alone draining my drink, so I didnt (do either). With short breaks for boarding, deplaning and hailing a cab in Chicago, I read it straight through, finishing at 4AM. The authors use of language had me coveting the highlighter belonging to the traveler in seat 23B so as to commit to memory phrasing I could use at social events. The chrome window faced like a stone drunk who wouldnt tell you what was inside his head no matter how many times you slapped him I could almost smell the car chase around the Belmont El. It was gritty and funny and absorbing. Bravo! I cant wait for the next one....