September 20, 1972. A stolen hearse speeding the wrong way down the Pacific Coast Highway with a hysterical woman in the passenger seat. For Vince Y., this was the bottom—not a noble search for peace, but a collision with the wreckage of a life spent as a professional "loser." A former Navy medical officer and Physician's Assistant, Vince describes a descent from the officer's clubs of Okinawa to the narcotic drawers of an East L.A. emergency room, where he traded his medical license for Demerol and Dexedrine.
He speaks of the paradox of being "sober in the middle of AA," scrubbing ashtrays and washing coffee cups for years while his internal alcoholism only worsened because he refused the steps. After a stint in an $11-a-week hovel and a failed career as a drill press operator, Vince surrendered to a "fascist" sponsor. He accepted an unholy pact: to trust a judgment better than his own and take action without debate.
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