Going Bananas?

I came to AA in 1987 as a result of the proverbial nagging wife syndrome. I was not an alcoholic, and my wife was definitely unmanageable. At meetings, I had a very difficult time relating to all the stories about DUIs, blackouts, lost homes, lost jobs, car wrecks and jail time. I had a nice house in a subdivision with two cars in the garage. I’d never missed a day’s work due to my drinking, much less lost a job because of it. I’d never had a DUI. And I had never been to jail. Well, except for that one time during college, for drinking in public on Myrtle Beach. Oh, and that other time in Daytona Beach, for the same reason. But I wasn’t drunk either time. Wait—make that twice in Myrtle Beach. I remember sitting in the jail cell thinking, Wow, they painted this place since the last time I was here!