Memoirs of a Black AA

AT THE BEGINNING of last year, I found myself again in an alcoholic treatment center. This was not one of the lavish centers of the northeastern United States or California, where I had been before; this was a small center in the South where you could pay a small amount for treatment, or the Mental Health Department would accept you as an indigent case. I couldn't pay, since I was broke, out of a job, and very sick both mentally and physically.