1930s Cleveland. A bank officer who is "more crooked than a piano dealer" is fired for being drunk, though he manages to steal from the vault before the auditors catch on. Clarence S. describes himself as a "chronic" rummy—steady and dependable in his intoxication—unlike the "periodics" who build lives only to watch them go down the drain. After a stint as a failed truck driver and a period of "existing" on the streets of New York by hunting suckers, he hits a concrete floor in Akron.
He is terrified of his sponsor, Dr. Bob, convinced the man is the "mad butcher of Kingsbury Run" who dissects bodies in the dark. He enters a hospital in zero-degree weather, staring at a bottle of rubbing alcohol on the windowsill as a safety net against the DTs. He finds a Higher Power not through logic—since alcoholics "emote" rather than think—but through a rectal surgeon who piles him out of bed to pray.
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