From the July 2011 magazine.

July 2011: Her Best Friend Beer

Oh, how she would miss her trusty buddy; you know, the one that ruined her life

"I don’t miss my old pal beer, those feelings of uselessness or the 25 pounds I have shed."

Ah yes, my first AA meeting, I remember it well … ’twas a Tuesday night roundabout 7:30. I remember this because the only good thing about the meeting, as far as I was concerned, was that it was located right next to a Dairy Queen. If I couldn’t drink any more, you could be damn sure I was going to treat myself to a Dilly Bar!

I wasn’t too happy about being there. What got me angrier was that everyone there was happy to be there. How can all these people be so happy about not drinking? At the time, my best friend was a soothing, cold beer.

-- Jackie C.

Carefree, Arizona

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