From the September 1956 magazine.

I'm Taking My Own Inventory Now

FOR MANY YEARS, like most drunks, I've had my inventory taken by others it wasn't always easy to accept.

Members of my family, bartenders, cab drivers, supervisors, policemen, well-meaning friends, and neighbors. . .these people all had the right slant on things and anything derogatory about me I had to accept--because about fifty percent of the things that went on during my drinking I couldn't remember. It seemed to me I could recall all the "fun" I had during those days, but I didn't seem to be able to remember any of the things they were always pointing out.

-- Anonymous

Utica, New York

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