October 2013: The Laughingstock of Queens
It's bad enough he's in AA—what a loser. Now he has to set up chairs?
The first time I went to AA, I felt like a prisoner on his way to the gallows. I had been given a meeting book and was told to make a meeting close to my home, but I dreaded that idea. What if someone saw me going in there? Neighbors talk, you know. I’d be the laughingstock of Queens. As I walked to the meeting, my eyes couldn’t look any higher than the next square on the pavement. I’m an alcoholic, I thought. What a loser.
The door to the meeting weighed a ton, like one of those castle doors. I expected it to be locked, but I pulled and it opened. A woman smiled and said,... Login to read more
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