From the July 1975 magazine.

One of Those Bad Cons Nobody Can Reach

In this 14-page section, the Grapevine shares the experience, hope--and success--of some whose alcoholism brought them to a prison cell

FOR ME, as for most alcoholics, It was "Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you die." But, of course, I couldn't die. I painfully awakened each time, mentally, physically, and spiritually sick. Nothing could pull me out of the abyss but more alcohol. Later on, it took alcohol fortified with other drugs to pull me up. Still later, even alcohol and chemicals together could not lift me.

There are many things worse than dying, but is there any death worse than the progressive, self-induced, slow suicide of the practicing alcoholic? The alcoholic suffers death many times over. Alcohol wrings the guts out of life, eats into the brain in such a way as to make the alcoholic blind to the truth. I served twelve years in prison, never suspecting that without alcohol I would not have been in prison at all. Had it not been for AA in prison. . .I'll never know, but my educated guess is that I would not be alive today.

-- Anonymous

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