The Whiskey Fields: Keep Coming Back

There are other types and there are other truths. This just happens to be my experience of Alcoholics Anonymous. It’s the best thing I have ever done with some of the worst people I’ve ever met. Some have magic in their hearts and love pouring out of their pores while others are authentic pieces of shit. In light of all this, I refuse to badmouth the program as a whole; AA saved my life. For a hazy seven years, alcohol was my best friend and the mother I always wanted: present, available, and comforting. Miraculously, the obsession to drown myself in booze lifted because of these degenerate and beautiful drunks who form my fellowship. I realized early on that the program of AA isn’t made up of bad people trying to be good, but sick people determined to gain mental, psychological, emotional, and spiritual health. For the sake of my recovery, and because Alcoholics Anonymous is the only thing that’s kept me sober, I take the good with the perverted bad. One can’t throw the baby out with the bathtub gin…I’m learning this one day at a time.