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From the August 2018 magazine.

No one will know

He went to any lengths to keep his drinking secret. And bottle after bottle, he was pouring his life down the drain

It was April 1997 when I had my last drink. I can remember it like it was yesterday. And that’s a good thing. 

My first contact with AA was the hotline in my suburban New York county. I remember speaking to a fellow named Chris for about an hour, telling him all about my drinking and questioning him to see if he thought I had a problem. I knew I did, but I just wanted to see what an “expert” would say. 

-- Steve S.

New Hyde Park, New York

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