A street corner in the dead of summer. James L. is a drug dealer in gold chains and a cool car, watching his own mother—a schizophrenic alcoholic—push a cart down the block in a Sunday hat. He slips around the corner to avoid being associated with her, a "piece of crap" denying the woman who carted him for ten months.
James describes a life of "setting stages," using manipulation as a game to dodge the wreckage of his choices. He lived in collision with every human being he met, from the bourbon-fueled suspicion at the bar to the lies told to his boss. He speaks of the "duh" moment of conviction, moving from the agnostic's defiance to a Higher Power through a sponsor who taught him that a moral inventory is simply a search for truth. He recounts the agony of his wife finding his fourth step hidden in a shoebox under a spare tire, and the grueling process of getting "butt naked on a spiritual level" to stop playing God.
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