I’m not even finished with it yet, and Rickie Lee Jones’ autobiography Last Chance Texaco, which came out earlier this year, is KILLING ME so hard I have to scream it from the rooftops! It’s so well-written and sad and hilarious and triumphant and every shade of every feeling. What a writer! But we already knew that. Or did we?
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