Harley Mike, Angry Mike & young Andy
I was about four months sober when I asked Bill to be my sponsor. I went over to his apartment with my Big Book. He handed me a composition notebook and a highlighter. He told me to help myself to a pencil. He had a coffee cup on his dining room table chock-full of pencils and every one of them was sharp. I thought that was weird until he said he was a CPA and then it made sense. Secretly, I was wondering how an accountant could help a washed-up, drunken, drug-addled deep—sea diver. We started on the Steps right away.