Ten Minutes of Oneness

I'm grateful I made it to AA when I was twenty-two years old. I felt at the time that I'd lived forty years of hell. I started drinking when I was thirteen, and I blacked-out and got sick right from the start. But the way I felt when the alcohol hit me was worth throwing up for. I remember having ten minutes of complete oneness with the world. I was no longer ugly, stupid, or boring, and I could talk about anything. When I wasn't drinking, I didn't quite fit in this world.