In his debut collection of candid, shocking and just plain hilarious essays, comedic artist and musician, Greg Scarnici recounts the period in his life when he was just starting to understand his sexuality and the city of New York that he calls home. From getting high with the 'midget' from Twin Peaks to giving a trucker a lap dance to the tune of Pebbles' "Mercedes Boy," I HOPE MY MOTHER DOESN'T READ THIS offers a snapshot of an artist coming to grips with his comedic artistry at a time when gay comedians were not as accepted as they are today. There are tales of sordid hook-ups, riotous...