Like flies, confessions are everywhere. They buzz through cracked doorways in an interrogation room, whir across ink-blotted cursive in a diary entry, and flutter around earrings dangling from a friend’s earlobe. Confessions are nagging insects that tend to susurrate in secret. Oh, no! It’s a late night text message from a situationship declaring his feelings. It’s a private Venmo from a date who never paid for her drink at the bar. It’s a heart-to-heart between roommates at the kitchen table about stolen Tide Pods. Whatever it is, a confession prefers to crawl discreetly.

Unless, perhaps, you’re Jeremy Murphy, author of the upcoming confessional novel, ​​Too Good to Fact Check: Flying the Skies with Stars, Scotch and Scandal (Mostly Mine). Releasing through Post Hill Press, Too Good to Fact Check details Murphy’s mischievous recollections across the decade, reminiscing about time spent meeting celebrities like Harrison Ford, helping cover up a commercial arrest on an airplane, and maybe setting a hotel room on fire. Murphy, who was the editor of a glossy magazine for over a decade, teams up with writer Sophia Paulmier to dish on his antics. Murphy says, “These are memories I’ve never shared, and I’m frankly surprised I can still recall given the over-the-top lifestyle I’d come to enjoy. Too Good to Fact Check is a diary, love letter, stand-up act, and mea culpa in one book. And a great way to become unemployable.”

Confessions, in Murphy’s case, don't fly close-mouthed. They crash Valentino runway shows, drunkenly serenade T.V. hosts, and write a speech for Usher. Too Good to Fact Check hits shelves August 27.