From the May 2018 magazine.

Small town drunk

I got sober in a small town. This was the same small town I had grown up and gotten drunk in. In fact, I’ve lived here most of my life, a few geographical cures not withstanding. I was not a quiet drunk. I was arrested several times, both here in my hometown and in the closest city. This deeply embarrassed my family, who were rather socially prominent.

As I became a sober, steady AA group member, it was impressed upon me to pay it back somehow. Making coffee, greeting at the door and washing ashtrays were all my early duties until I was elected GSR of my home group during my second year.

-- Anonymous

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