Feliz Cumpleanos, Friend!
You are a liar.
You are a shitty writer.
You are now known as the “Thomas Kincaide of the Literary World.”
And it’s not your birthday.
Still, Feliz Cumpleanos, James Frey.
You stand as a testament to everything that is wrong with the place where merges Capitalism, Recovery, and the Nonfiction Genre.
