On the Front Lines
Shortly after moving to El Centro, California, my world began to crumble. After seven years of being a dry drunk, I was finally brought to my knees. Although I had been “sober” and even involved in AA, my life had become increasingly unmanageable. Things were bad. I had finally destroyed my second marriage and I was forced to resign from my job or be fired. After all those years of faking it, I finally got busy like never before and began doing AA in earnest.