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On April 29, 1995, I had my last drink. It was not a momentous occasion, and I didn't even drink that much that night, but in my head was a little voice saying, over and over: "Can I have more? Can I have more?" Even as I talked to a good friend, booze had me by the throat. On June 10th of that year I walked into my first AA meeting and found people of my own kind. People talked about alcohol in a way I understood and had never shared with another living soul. It was the first day of a journey of discovery, of connections, of pain, and through it all, I have not had to disappear down a bottle of booze. This book tells that journey in poetry.

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