I haven’t read Frey’s book, but ironically enough I heard all about it from my parents over Christmas, as they both read it and loved it. So we all plunked in front of the TV to watch the big, sappy ass Oprah special with Frey, where he meets a recovering alcoholic who had his words tattooed on her arm, Frey’s mother gave a teary-eyed explanation of how happy she was for her son, and Frey himself spoke of holding on when things get rough. It’s really creepy thinking of all the acting that went into this whole Oprah performance—to me it’s a lot sicker than someone like JT Leroy (whoever that person is) writing books and keeping the sermons out of the picture. The recovering alcoholic was in tears talking to Frey…wouldn’t that make you feel just a little bad about how far you’d taken your con? I guess that’s the age of (sur)reality TV we’re now immersed in though.