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176 ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS
a man of means, I knew that if I did not stay sober
enough to earn money, I would run out of liquor. Most
of the time, therefore, I did not take the morn­
ing drink which I craved so badly, but instead would
fill up on large doses of sedatives to quiet the jitters,
which distressed me terribly. Occasionally, I would
yield to the morning craving, but if I did, it would be
only a few hours before I would be quite unfit for
work. This would lessen my chances of smuggling
some home that evening, which in turn would mean
a night of futile tossing around in bed followed by a
morning of unbearable jitters. During the subsequent
fifteen years I had sense enough never to go to the
hospital if I had been drinking, and very seldom did
I receive patients. I would sometimes hide out in one
of the clubs of which I was a member, and had the
habit at times of registering at a hotel under a fictitious
name. But my friends usually found me and I would
go home if they promised that I should not be scolded.
If my wife was planning to go out in the afternoon,
I would get a large supply of liquor and smuggle it
home and hide it in the coal bin, the clothes chute,
over door jambs, over beams in the cellar, and in cracks
in the cellar tile. I also made use of old trunks and
chests, the old can container, and even the ash con­
tainer. The water tank on the toilet I never used,
because that looked too easy. I found out later that
my wife inspected it frequently. I used to put eight
or twelve ounce bottles of alcohol in a fur lined glove
and toss it onto the back airing porch when winter
days got dark enough. My bootlegger had hidden
alcohol at the back steps where I could get it at my
convenience. Sometimes I would bring it in my