July 2003
The View From My Prison Window
Carrying the message to other alcoholics, an inmate begins to see a whole new world
According to my deceased brother, whom drug and alcohol abuse took before the age twenty-five, I was once found passed it behind some bushes at the side of brick home in an Atlanta suburb, to an empty can of beer at my side. I was five years old. I had stolen the beer and some toys from a neighbor's home, and was in my hide-out.
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