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Like others have noted before me, this was a messy, difficult read. The story is not told chronologically, and it's hard to determine at times who Perry is talking about, what time period, what movie or TV show, or what stint in rehab he's referring to. Practically his entire life he's been in self-sabotage mode. From what I could gather, he would be doing okay enough to get into a relationship with someone, dump them before they dumped him (because he has abandonment issues), then feel like crap so he would start using (alcohol, pills, or both) and he would downward spiral until he ended up in the hospital or in a rehab center. The man had standards though; he would take up to 55 vicodin pills a day, but refused to touch heroin, because that stuff was 'bad'. He would constantly get mad at "normies" (sober people) and wonder how on earth we could all go around living our lives without using. He would brag about how he was always the funniest person in the room, and how many women he was constantly sleeping with. These points, among many others he would cycle on repeat. He also blames his divorced parents and working mom for making him a latchkey kid, and cites that as the reason he started using. Sweetheart, I've got news, millions of kids grew up that way and didn't end up using.
He does mention working on Friends and how it was the best thing that ever happened to him, but he was constantly attempting to sabotage that too. We get some good behind the scenes nuggets, but it wasn't worth slogging through the rest of this mess to get to it.
Sorry, Perry. This book is depressing, haphazard, and really difficult to follow. Unless that's the point- seeing life through the mind of an addict. I hope that somehow he's found the peace he so desperately sought in life but never achieved.