You may not know it, but you've met Augusten Burroughs.
You've seen him on the street, in bars, on the subway, at
restaurants: a twenty-something guy, nice suit, works in
advertising. Regular. Ordinary. But when the ordinary person
had to drinks, Augusten was circling the drain by having
twelve; when the ordinary person went home at midnight,
Augusten never went home at all. Loud, distracting ties,
automated wake-up calls, and cologne on the tongue could
only hide so much for so long. At the request (well, it
wasn't really a request) of his employers, Augusten landed
in rehab, where his dreams of group therapy with Robert
Downey, Jr., are immediately dashed by the grim reality of
fluorescent lighting and paper hospital slippers. But when
Augusten is forced to examine himself, something actually
starts to click, and that's when he finds himself in the
worst trouble of all. Because when his thirty days are up,
he has to return to his same drunken Manhattan life—and live
it sober. What follows is a memoir that's as moving as it is
funny, as heartbreaking as it is real. Dry is the
story of love, loss, and Starbucks as a higher power.