Sex, drugs and rock & roll (and comedy). Mr. Davis did it all. He seems to be the Forrest Gump of the comedy scene in the 70s and 80s. He wrote for SNL and was Al Franken’s writing partner, he hung out with the Grateful Dead, he seemingly snorted enough coke/took enough LSD to kill/make a horse hallucinate and boned many attractive ladies.
How he still remembers the anecdotes in the book and also the exact drinks he had that corresponded with the stories (and I can’t remember what I had for dinner two nights ago), I have no idea.
A quick, fun summer read. Three out of four doses.
