Just started reading an amazing book called "Ladies and Gentleman-- Lenny Bruce" by Albert Goldman and Lawrence Schiller. I'm not done yet, but I highly recommend it. I got it used and there was a sweet inscription at the front "August 25, 1996-- Happy Birthday Nick! Lenny Bruce - The best ever.  Love, Mum X." I love stuff like that.

I love my Kindle and IPad for reading books, but there's nothing like trolling through a used bookstore finding treasures like that. Notes from a mum to her son, photos hidden within pages, flowers dried to remember a special moment, yet forgotten and donated.....

I've been a fan of Lenny Bruce for a while (and a big fan of Bill Hicks after him), but I never really delved into the drug-induced torturous existence he lived.. It's all so sad, yet really interesting.