1978, a bridge in Pennsylvania. Bob D. stands there with a bottle of Wild Irish Rose, sobbing, weighing the drop to the railroad tracks below. He had spent seven years in and out of the rooms, a member of the "passing parade" on the way to the graveyard. He describes the "spiritual malady" as a hole in the soul you could drive a Mack truck through, leaving him in a state of unbearable, empty, desolate loneliness.
He breaks down the "phenomenon of craving" through a gritty memory: as an eighteen-year-old at a dinner party, two glasses of wine sent him into a panic, leading him to lock himself in a bathroom to chug cough medicine just to survive the night. Bob warns that abstinence alone is like driving a van full of sugar-overdosed eight-year-olds who hate you. Only by surrendering his "opinion" to a Higher Power did he stop being the idiot in charge of his own wreckage.
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