The South Bronx, 18th floor of the projects. Sterling H. grew up waiting for a country to run, possessing a Roman numeral in his name and a self-centeredness so extreme it functioned as a constant hum in his ears. He describes himself as a kid who needed sponsorship in kindergarten, living on "condition yellow" long before his first drink. At thirteen, a tall can of Colt 45 turned him into a man who felt he could speak like Jesse Jackson and dance like Michael Jackson, until the magic stopped working.
He details the "rapacious" nature of the disease, the wreckage of a marriage, and the crushing guilt of treating his mother like crap before she passed. From the Air Force to Japan, Sterling operated as a "sober asshole" in treatment centers, playing the game until he found a room with a blue circle and people who laughed at their own disasters. He describes being "loved into the fellowship" by a secret society of drunks, eventually trading his ego for a Higher Power.
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