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                                                  A DRUNK, LIKE YOU


                                          The more he listened at meetings, the more he came
                                       to know about his own drinking history.



                                            sually our stories start out by telling what
                                     Uwe were like, what happened, and what we are
                                     like now. For me, what it was like was nothing in
                                     particular—no problems, nothing special happened.
                                     Nothing that I realized, anyhow. Only much later,
                                     when I started listening to other people and what
                                     happened to them and when and how, did I realize
                                     that those things were in my past also.
                                       My story starts in the middle. What happened? My
                                     family and I were attending a relative’s bris, a Jewish
                                     ritual circumcision and baby-naming ceremony. After
                                     the ceremonies and brunch I fell asleep. When it was
                                     time to leave, they woke me up. The car ride home
                                     was very quiet. The wife and my two kids said noth-
                                     ing. Later that day I found out what the problem was.
                                       When they came to wake me, I was very belligerent
                                     and threatening. I scared them. They were afraid I
                                     would hit them. That was it. I could see that some-
                                     thing had to be done. My wife’s sister-in-law, who is a
                                     social worker, suggested we see a counselor. I thought
                                     that might be a good idea. I was having anxiety attacks
                                     for no reason. I used to be able to demonstrate prod-
                                     ucts to high-level executives of the corporation I
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