Right On Time

I went through alcohol treatment in March 1974. But things weren't going very well for me even though I was attending AA meetings every day of the week. Restless, irritable, discontent best described me. It was difficult to sleep, eat, or work; having a decent conversation with my wife and four children was out of the question. I thought nothing was right. My mind was going all the time, though where it was going is still a mystery! I decided that drinking was the only way the pain would cease.