Fun and Frolic in the Garden of Sobriety

I got sober in 1985 with a ragtag band of radicals who found rules and authority repugnant. However, they taught me to go to hell and back to help another alcoholic stay sober. My own story is not glamorous, except in my head, where I fantasize that I am the most dramatic drunk ever to grace the threshold of an AA meeting. The truth is, I never lost a job, a house, a marriage, or went to jail because of drinking. Nonetheless, I was at the end of my rope when I surrendered to AA.