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Rogers hints at a slew of insightful, engaging anecdotes, but only toes the edge of intrigue. He doesn't really dive into his stint as part of the high school cheerleading squad, or another time he tripped on psilocybin (a drug Kenny calls "hard") and listened to Cat Stevens' "Sad Lisa" for 16 hours straight. Hell, he even let his publishers talk him into omitting the chapter on his botchy plastic surgery, according to Fox News. Instead, the stories he finds worthwhile in immortalizing include that one in which he briefly challenged a TV station on the name of his western flick Rio Diablo. Those three paragraphs of drama and anticipation… snooze.At least he takes a second to mention the early '90s, relatively vanilla sex scandal. During his divorce from Wife No. Gazillion, he said, "At that point in my life, I enjoyed talking to beautiful, alluring women on the phone… I mean, this was to be the ultimate 'safe sex' for me. This was never about physical contact, just erotic and sexually explicit messages left on a limited-access phone line that was always solicited by the other parties, and remember, I wasn't doing this with random people I have met. These were friend's of friends and I trust them."He met these two women once in Dallas, only to get screwed over in a not fun way when one handed the tapes to gossip magazines. But that's as saucy as the book gets and for that I am simultaneously disappointed and relieved. However, he packs the book with nuggets of bonafide advice and wisdom, including:
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He has revealing moments constantly throughout the book of his drab Crayola brain activity. The man calls comedian Gallagher "truly funny," going so far as to claim, "I found this guy to be one of the most engaging, thought-provoking people I've ever met."The rolling roster of talented folks with whom Rogers has shared intimate, creative, and otherwise moments is jaw-dropping. On meeting Elvis and receiving a personal invitation to catch The King's live show, Kenny wrote: "Needless to say I was thrilled, and needless to say I did." I need to know who Rogers' ghostwriter for this book was and how to contact this genius con(wo)man. The person behind the inevitably fat pay check is a fucking master of chicanery who should be touring journalism and English undergrad programs across the country, sharing his/her secrets.

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