Craved Ingram by Louis C.K. for its unapologetic self-dissection? Let I'd Like to Play Alone, Please by Tom Segura keep that raw confessional fire burning.

If Ingram gave you permission to laugh at the unforgivable parts of yourself, Segura doubles down on that covenant. Here's another middle-aged man refusing to evolve, weaponizing his worst impulses into comedy that feels less like entertainment and more like mutual confession. No guru moments. No third-act epiphanies. Just the uncomfortable recognition that you're laughing because you've thought the exact same unspoken things, and someone finally said them out loud without flinching.

This isn't memoir as therapy—it's memoir as evidence. Segura catalogs his scandals and petty resentments with the clinical detachment of someone who's already made peace with being fundamentally flawed.

Read it if you're done pretending growth is the only honest ending.