November 2010

Close Shave

A shaving bottle, a gun, and a trip to the hospital over the Christmas holidays led him straight to the first three Steps

In the fall of 1971, I was on my usual holiday drunk. It was the kind where I appreciated being able to go to a bar and not feel uncomfortable because I was shaking and looked like warmed-over death. A simple statement to the barkeep--"I really hung one on last night"--was enough to get a little sympathy and a double Bloody Mary. After about six o'clock, I'd start to get the eye, and it would be time to leave, but I was all right now.

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