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THE VICIOUS CYCLE

How it finally broke a Southerner’s obstinacy and
destined this salesman to start A.A. in Philadelphia.

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anuary 8, 1938—that was my D-Day; the place,
Washington, D.C. This last real merry-go-round
had started the day before Christmas, and I had really
accomplished a lot in those fourteen days. First, my
new wife had walked out, bag, baggage, and furniture;
then the apartment landlord had thrown me out of the
empty apartment; and the finish was the loss of an­
other job. After a couple of days in dollar hotels and
one night in the pokey, I finally landed on my mother’s
doorstep—shaking apart, with several days’ beard, and,
of course, broke as usual. Many of these same things
had happened to me many times before, but this time
they had all descended together. For me, this was It.
Here I was, thirty-nine years old and a complete
washout. Nothing had worked. Mother would take
me in only if I stayed locked in a small storeroom
and gave her my clothes and shoes. We had played
this game before. That is the way Jackie found me,
lying on a cot in my skivvies, with hot and cold sweats,
pounding heart, and that awful itchy scratchiness all
over. Somehow, I had always managed to avoid
D.T.’s.
I seriously doubt I ever would have asked for help,
but Fitz, an old school friend of mine, had persuaded
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