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From the break-out star of BuzzFeed and the People’s Choice Award-profitable comic behind the online collection “Whine About It” and “To Be Honest” comes a set of hilariously anguished essays chronicling terrible moments from his life up to now, the humiliations of being an grownup, and different little indignities.
Matt Bellassai has no concept what he’s doing. Well, to be truthful, he did grow to be semi-Internet well-known by getting drunk at work, making him a socially-acceptable—nay—skilled alcoholic. He’s acquired some issues found out. But the remaining is all only a horrible, disgusting mess.
This is Matt’s guide. Just to make clear, although, it’s completely not a memoir; Matt is way too younger to have completed something value remembering (although he did win an precise People’s Choice Award for his BuzzFeed net collection, “Whine About It,” which is fairly good, in the event you ask his mom). This can also be most definitely not a ebook of recommendation; he’s too woefully ailing-ready for all times to supply something in the best way of counsel (although that gained’t cease him from speaking). Call this a set of terrible moments that led to his grumbling, blundering maturity—a chronicle of little indignities that, when taken collectively, quantity to a lifetime of hilarious anguish.
With eager wit and loads of self-deprecation, Matt reveals how arduous it’s to shed his previous because the Midwest’s largest nerd, that one time a taquito almost murdered him at his brother’s shock birthday celebration, and the time he got here out to his family and friends (the closet was a bit messy). Matt additionally wrestles with the humiliations of maturity, like giving up on love in New York City, dwelling alone with nobody to warmth his microwave dinners, and combating the inside voice that tells him to say aloud all of the issues the remainder of us are sensible sufficient to maintain to ourselves.
You in all probability don’t want this e-book, however let’s be trustworthy—you do. Since you’re already studying, you may as nicely pull up a chair, seize your glass(es) of wine, and luxuriate in.
