The Last of the Hoboes

A few years ago, I found I had become an extreme example of self-will run riot. So I decided I would go to Alcoholics Anonymous so it could fix me up. I sat around for a couple of weeks and it never did fix me; AA members just kept telling me the same old things--go to meetings, read the Big Book, get a sponsor. What they didn't understand was that I was different. I needed more than a book or meetings, or some old guy telling me war stories. I'd go to meetings and whine about my poor pitiful life, and when life became so unbearable, I'd do the inevitable--I'd drink again.