His memoir could go two ways. On one hand, Kevvie has never done anything special or interesting and his memoir
would be absolutely boring. He'd be better off doing a copy/paste of this thread, because at least we try to be funny.
On the other, he has delusions of edginess and radicalism despite swallowing the most corporatized product possible as a substitute for a personality, and delusions of courage despite being a certifiable whiny bitch. Remember his story about running off to his room and locking the door, and his dad "backing down" by letting him sit in there and not trying to kick his door open? Kevin thought it made him sound badass, not like a particularly obnoxious teenager. His entire story would be a series of self-owns without him ever realizing how he sounds to normal people. The other good thing that might happen is he could break a non-disclosure agreement with Rutgers. It would be awesome to see him try to start an autistic slap fight with the gender studies department. Either way, the only way his book would be good is as a stealth parody of aging, dysfunctional hipsters who think they're fighting the man while growing increasingly out of touch with the world around them.
Don't most AIDS tests take 6 months to show positive?