This blog is about alcoholism with particular emphasis on the destructive behavior patterns exhibited by those alcoholics who have not yet reached the final, self-destructive stage. In other words, most of them
Phil
Parker, the son of a Baptist preacher, said he had never tasted liquor
until his Harvard graduate school classmates lured him into a smoky
cocktail lounge for the first time.
“This
night in the bar was like no other time in my life,” he wrote years
later. “Not only was I completely at ease, but I actually loved all the
strangers around me and they loved me in return, I thought, all because
of this magic potion, alcohol.”
After
that, he wrote, he lived only to drink. He graduated, but was fired
from one teaching job after another, wound up in an asylum and finally
landed homeless on the then-squalid Bowery in Manhattan in the
mid-1960s. There, he met a social worker, a member of Alcoholics
Anonymous, who told him how she had sobered up.