Before AA

MY DRINKING years brought me nothing but pain. I had no real enemies, but I thought all my friends hated me. What used to happen was this. I would lie low until I drank, and then I would run around the neighborhood socializing like mad. The neighbors would see me coming and get the door locked in time, or hide. They didn't fool me! I could see them through the picture windows, hugging the walls or crouching on the floor. . . .