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July 2002

Not Bad for a Redneck From Mississippi

From the sublime to the tragic

I got sober on May 1, 1985. Trust me when I tell you that it was May Day in every sense of the word, for I was indeed crashing and burning. I was twenty-one years old and hell-bent on self-destruction.

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