Mike S. at the Luck of the Irish Roundup – 2005

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A 1956 Volkswagen crawling through side streets with the lights off, hiding from a phantom police tail. Mike S. grew up in a New York family where the liquor business was a heritage of crime and gambling, a world where uncles bet they could chug whiskey and drop dead.

He didn't just drink; he drank in blackouts from the first sip, a "frenzy" that led to a life of wreckage, multiple marriages, and a deep, constant lonesomeness. He recalls the grit of a Las Vegas trip that ended with him waking up in his own vomit, a pathetic image of the "cool stud" he tried to be. After his wife and mother found Al-Anon, Mike finally hit a wall of incomprehensible demoralization.

He describes the raw shift from the chaos of speed and booze to the "higher degree of mental comfortableness" he saw in a sober butcher. Guided by a sponsor who forced him to mop floors and shake hands, he traded the bars for a quiet peace of mind.

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