A high-flying union executive with an 'insane power drive' describes a descent that wasn't a slow slide but a head-first plunge from the top of the mountain to the gutter. He recalls the arrogance of his drinking days—riding a horse into a bar and driving his car into the Grand Central loading platform—and a marriage to a 'bounty hunter' who refused to cut his meat. After a total collapse involving straight-jackets and mental wards he encountered 'Threefold,' a blunt sponsor who treated him like a 'dirty low-life bum' to break his denial.
He maps out his journey through the steps not as an intellectual exercise but as major surgery moving from the 'black midnight of the soul' to a place where he can finally take his children to Disney on parade without the baggage of a 'sexist pig.'
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