Burbank, California, with a "duck's butt hairdo" and pants that puffed at the knees. Eddie C. was a "hip cat" chasing a feeling of confidence he couldn't find in the mirror.
He spent his life swallowing "drugstore attitudes," rolling up marijuana to convince himself he was handsome, and treating the world like a show he had a ticket to but couldn't actually join. He describes the insanity of the bar stool—the dimly lit mirrors where booze makes the drinker and the girl next to him look gorgeous, while in reality, they are just "two quivering masses of flesh" dreaming of a happily-ever-after. He recalls the terror of "dying" every night, walking around holding his own pulse and looking for a soft place to fall.
Now, he trades the synthetic shield for a Higher Power and a raw, selfish gratitude. He no longer has to act every scene of his life; he just has to be an alcoholic who doesn't drink.
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