No AA in Ohio?
One Sunday morning in Dayton, Ohio, I woke up in my truck parked behind a cocktail lounge. I was at the end of my rope. I managed to make my way to a nearby phone booth. There was no alcohol for sale on Sunday, it was hot, and I was standing in my own vomit when I called my brother Joel in California.
Joel had been sober for several years. I recalled how we drank together for years. He was living a good life now and was happy most days as a result of AA. But today I needed help.