And here is another one …

It was a big year for me, 1986, and in July I had been almost two months clean and sober.

Exciting times, living a life without assistance of booze, dope, or some of the other stuff I occasionally dropped.

But not at first. First there was fear, frustration, anger and depression. What better way to help yourself through the mess than write a funny column for a rival newspaper.

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