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Turn out the lights, the party's over...." Those words were sung at the end of every Monday night football game and they described exactly how I felt when I was new in AA. I knew the fun was over. I would never again laugh or have any friends. I would never be able to talk to girls or have sex. At twenty-nine years old I was supposed to be in the prime of my life. Instead, I was a newcomer in AA. My life, I imagined, was to be nothing more than the "vale of tears" described in the Big Book.