The Mantra of I Am an Alcoholic – Kenny D.

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A cardboard box behind a Seattle McDonald's. That was the end of the line for Kenny D., where he spent his final days listening to the drive-thru orders and convinced the customers were calling the FBI on the "freak" hiding in the bushes. He lived in a world of abscessed feet, greasy hair, and a merciless obsession to find one deep breath of peace before the sickness took him. He describes his drinking not as a habit, but as an emergency—an urgency to get as much in as quickly as possible.

He was pulled from the dirt by men who "trolled the bottom," including Al B., who gave him a five-dollar-an-hour job at a car lot and a place to sleep. Kenny recalls the gritty details of early sobriety: a green shag van with a hundred-dollar bill painted on the side and a getaway car that overheated on the way to a retreat. By reading the Big Book like poetry and trusting a Higher Power, he moved from the wreckage of a hopeless home to a life of stability.

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