A Power Greater Than Compulsion
August 5, 1960 marks the end of what I pray was my last drunken episode. It was a two-day affair, spent mostly in a blackout. It occurred after eleven months of meetings and so-called "sobriety," triggered by a resentment I'd been nursing for several weeks against a coworker. This was the catalyst for a long overdue, genuine bottom. I was nearly twenty-eight.