I'll Never Forget
MY NAME IS J--, and I am an alcoholic. Why I drank or how long I have been an alcoholic I don't know; right now it seems unimportant to me because there is nothing I can do about it. For almost a year, up until last November, I was on a merry-go-round which refused to stop. Beginning in January of last year, I made the hospital at least eight times, each time leaving full of glucose and B-l and ready to drink again. It was during this time that I started hiding my whiskey, drinking in the mornings and eating very little.