One aspect of memoirs I've always found interesting is the way people recount their lives. What do they find important or significant enough to tell us? Throughout this, Paul Anthony makes some beautiful analogies of his upbringing.

This was my first address in the world- the intersection of anger and anxiety.

He describes his parents in archetypes and refers to his childhood in almost bleak passing as he continues to name himself an accidental child, and his parents as accidental parents. It's easy to read but so impact.

Paul takes what he has, despite feeling like an accidental child and an accidental man, and turns his life into something. I think anyone who's felt remotely similar or lost at some point in their life, can relate and take something away from this memoir.