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By Marti MacGibbon

By no means provide in to worry: giggling the entire approach Up from all-time low is a most sensible promoting 2013 nationwide Indie Excellence Award Finalist. This darkly humorous, dramatic memoir describes a standup comic's drug-fueled descent into the underworld, break out from human traffickers, homelessness, and supreme redemption. With brutal honesty, humor, and readability, the writer vividly describes her stories as she rides her downward spiral: a near-miss with a infamous serial killer, a chain of tragically hilarious misadventures within the California drug international, and a terrifying account of imprisonment by the hands of jap prepared crime, to call a couple of. This revised and re-edited model includes 3 extra chapters that introduce readers to quirky characters, insights into standup comedy, resilience and restoration, and bring an inspiring message approximately therapeutic, desire, and braveness to alter.

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