1965, Washington D.C. A sidewalk cafe, a bottle of Remy Martin, and a proposal from a woman who was about to inherit twenty-six million dollars. Dick M. admits he had exactly the right number of drinks; one more and he would have married for money, one less and he never would have hit the bottom. He had spent thousands on psychiatrists and ministers, including one who told him he wasn't "ready" to be an alcoholic because he hadn't drunk for twenty long, hard years.
Dick describes a life of "burning hard coal," navigating a career in broadcasting while hiding a dependency on Librium and booze. He viewed AA as a leper colony for bums and has-beens until he finally walked into a room and felt, for the first time, that it was okay. He speaks of the "two-cup rule" and the necessity of the steps for "real alcoholics," balancing his life like a pie with his Higher Power at the center.
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