This is neither well-written, nor truthful. Sure, there's tidbits of Perry's life here and there, but Perry is fundamentally unable to tell himself the truth, so he's unable to write a memoir that isn't bullshit. It's full of just-so stories. It's full of the same sort of whistling in the dark that addicts tell themselves is truth so that they can sound like the people who they think have made it. And he omits key details of most of the incidents in his life, so one rehab is all jumbled up with another, one job is indistinguishable from another, and one girlfriend is (mostly) similar to every other.