A Loner in the Deep South

FOR six years I was a hopeless drunkard on the tragic road to self-destruction through the use of alcohol. I drank heavily every few days, week, or whenever I had the money; quitting college, losing jobs, getting into all kinds of trouble, jails, and hospitals, and finally being discharged from the Army because of my drinking. Even a wife and child who meant more to me than life itself didn't stop me.