the outest cat

I'm about ten pages away from finishing this Chet Baker autobiography (As Though I had Wings). It's 128 pages of Chet talking about women, music and drugs, in no particular order, except that towards the end of the book it pretty much dwindles down to drugs. Overall this may be the best insight into the male psyche I've had in a while. He makes me laugh (his music makes me cry)... sad about the drugs.