Keri Blakinger knows how to write a lede.
“I have problems: I am out of clean clothes, I cannot find my glasses, my English paper is late, and my pockets are not big enough for all the heroin I have,” reads the hunter Thompson-esque opening line of her 300-page memoir, Corrections in Ink, to be released June 7.
Two more examples. “It’s the middle of July, but everything is frozen,” begins Chapter 11. “I’m sitting on the floor of a crowded penthouse in Lower Manhattan and some middle-aged guy I don’t know is licking my feet,” begins Chapter Nine.
