I liked much of this memoir about the author's three years spent homeless in the late 1980s with his dog Lizbeth. Eighner takes pains to make clear that his story doesn't speak for all homeless people, but he highlights some of his exploits hitchhiking between Austin and L.A. and back. It's also a revealing look into the myriad ways public institutions fail the homeless, and the scares inherent in being gay and homeless during the AIDS crisis 👇