The Magic Sentences of a Sponsor – Tom F.

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1965, a one-room apartment behind the Cork and Fork on Westwood Boulevard. Tom F. is hiding bottles from himself, living in a blackout fog where he’s either ripping his house apart or taking a nap on the living room rug. He describes himself as a "chicken shit drinker," a man who worked bottle A into bottle B just to keep his mouth shut. After a failed suicide attempt involving a hundred sleeping pills and a bottle of scotch, he wakes up in a green room at UCLA Medical Center, only to stop at a liquor store for a quarter of vodka and a quarter of scotch the moment he's released.

He found his way to a meeting in West LA, purple in the face and sweating through a cold January night. His sponsor didn't offer a hug; he offered "magic sentences" and the cold truth that sobriety means no pills and no beer with Mexican food. Through a fearless inventory and a debt of $16,000, Tom leaned on a Higher Power to navigate a dysfunctional life and a second marriage.

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