Houston, 1965. A Christmas Eve party ends in a blackout and a drive across town with no memory of how the car got home. Jim W. spent his life as a professional contradiction: a Southern Baptist who learned to drink one beer after another until he woke up throwing up, convinced that the nausea was the only proof he’d had a good time
. From the "wild and wicked" towns of Texas to a stint in the Air Force in China, Jim navigated a world of "sick women" and failed marriages, often choosing the most unstable option available. He describes a life of wreckage—razor blades in the bathroom, a boat wreck on Padre Island, and a reliance on Librium to keep from flying apart.
He lived in a state of total fright, operating on the delusion that he could simply "not think" about the drink. The narrative shifts when a "short deacon looking guy" arrives at his door, marking the end of a career spent trying to be right while destroying everything in sight.
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