From the Grass Roots

AFTER I admitted that I was an alcoholic my thoughts began to flow along the line of learning to get along with what I got, and also how to be happy with what I've got. I figure in terms of this sort now: I said it before, but never to Rose Bud B. What I haven't got and the things that are out of my reach, I'm going to have to forget until I get on my feet again. I have seen how the program is working for others and know everyone has to hit his own rock bottom and I had to come to prison for mine.