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                                                       JIM’S STORY                  239
                                 Carolina was a dry county. I thought that this would
                                 be a big help to me. I would meet some new faces
                                 and be in a dry county.
                                    But I found that after I got to North Carolina, it
                                 wasn’t any different. The state was different, but I
                                 wasn’t. Nevertheless, I stayed sober there about six
                                 months, because I knew that Vi was to come later and
                                 bring the children. We had two girls and a boy at
                                 that time. Something happened. Vi had secured work
                                 in Washington. She was also in the government ser­
                                 vice. I started inquiring where I could get a drink,
                                 and, of course, I found that it wasn’t hard. I think
                                 whiskey was cheaper there than it was in Washington.
                                 Matters got worse all the time until finally they got so
                                 bad that I was reinvestigated by the government.
                                 Being an alcoholic, slick, and having some good sense
                                 left, I survived the investigation. Then I had my first
                                 bad stomach hemorrhage. I was out of work for about
                                 four days. I got into a lot of financial difficulties too.
                                 I borrowed five hundred dollars from the bank and
                                 three hundred from the loan shop, and I drank that up
                                 pretty fast. Then I decided that I’d go back to Wash­
                                 ington.
                                    My wife received me graciously, although she was
                                 living in a one-room-with-kitchen affair. She’d been
                                 reduced to that. I promised that I was going to do
                                 the right thing. We were now both working in the
                                 same agency. I continued to drink. I got drunk one
                                 night in October, went to sleep in the rain, and woke
                                 up with pneumonia. We continued to work together,
                                 and I continued to drink, but I guess, deep down
                                 within our hearts, we both knew I couldn’t stop drink­
                                 ing. Vi thought I didn’t want to stop. We had several
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