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Grapevine : August 2010
My sobriety date is May 9, 2003---not, however, my first time in AA. I was introduced to the program in 1982 in Cincinnati, Ohio, when my older brother took me to my first meeting. I was 23 years old. My next meeting would not be until 1985 in Santa Barbara, Calif. In that meeting in Ohio I had no idea what those people were talking about, but I sat with my brother be- cause he said he needed to be there. He said that it was either the meetings or the shock treatments at the hospital and he preferred the meetings. It didn't really set in at the time why all those people were there, and really, I couldn't have cared less. I knew I certainly didn't belong there. They sounded pretty screwed up. I was more concerned about where I was going to party and who I was going to party with. At that time in my life I had messed things up pretty good. I had left my first wife and son for her best friend. My son had just turned 3. The Dow nhill spiralaffair lasted a couple of months and she went back to her husband. I couldn't face my family, and I ran. I kept running for the next few years, always getting into trouble with the law. This had been a pattern since I was about 12 years old. I was always in trouble and was arrested more times than I can remember, never realizing that alcohol was the main ingredient. The next few years took me to places I never wanted to end up in. I had changed my name because of being on the run, and was afraid to get a job. I lived on the road, stealing or selling drugs to make a living. One day, after about a year and a half of total insanity, I woke up in an emergency room. The doctor told me that I'd had a drug-induced stroke that had sent me into a catatonic state. I'd lost some of the sight in my left eye and was partially paralyzed in my left arm, but I tried to convince the doctor that it was a brain tumor. My denial wasatapeak.HesaidhefeltthatifI A drifter with a long rap sheet reaches out to AA Grapevine 45