The Bronx, a lower middle class Jewish home where the family was nuttier than fruitcakes and throw pillows were stuffed with stolen steel wool. Scott R. didn't blame his genetics for the "cancer of the soul" that led him to shoot heroin in his hip and protect his right to vomit. He chased a high-life image—Broadway plays and best-selling books—while his personal life became a wreckage of out-and-out lies. He describes alcoholism as the most bizarre fatal illness: one you can decide you don't have and die from.
After years of being a "well-analyzed corpse" in therapy, Scott hit a jumping-off point. He describes the bone-chilling reality of the "disease of self" that left his children terrified and his wife ill from prolonged exposure to him. Through a Higher Power and a sponsor who looked like a "real animal," Scott traded his spiritual pride for a program of action. He moved from selling a friend's Camaro to pay rent to making financial amends, eventually finding a sanity where his...
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