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Grapevine : April 2011
I used to share the common misconception many new- comers have, that there cannot possibly be life after alcohol. Before AA, I could not imagine abandoning this warped view. After AA, I see this was just a weak ex- cuse for poor behavior. Since a teen- ager, I recklessly pursued my so-called constitutional right to happiness to the exclusion of every other emotion. I confused stimulus with happiness. The void that instantly appeared when I abandoned alcohol is slowly being filled by this prescription: trust God, clean house and help others. Once my life was fueled by alcohol, now it runs on a conscious contact with God and compassion for fel- low alcoholics. Before AA, most of my friends and acquaintances were practicing alcoholics. Since AA, most of my friends and acquaintances are reformed alcoholics. Years of practice made us perfect drunks who now at- tempt to practice a new set of prin- ciples in all our affairs. We are content with progress rather than perfection. This musical jam-master hasn't bitten anyone's butt in 25 years! Rather than enduring nightly misery on a barstool, we share our daily pain before it turns to gloom. Now, I'd like to share directly with the newcomer who is afraid there'll be no fun in sobriety. Alcohol used to be the rosin that tuned the strings in my bow. I was the one at the music jam blowout who lin- gered in your house like an unpleas- OUR PERSONAL STORIES "Ed the dead" sings 34 April 2011