
This is some dark, grim stuff. It starts with the author investigating a suicide then immediately dives into her struggle with alcoholism, so go in prepared for an emotional ride, though Butcher also talks about using compartmentalizing and distancing as a coping mechanism.
There is posturing of being “one of the guys”, being of an older (than me) generation, and that NY/NJ bruskness, and all of those rubbed me a bit throughout.































