The information in this book was gathered in my mind after many late night milkshakes, over the pain of tattoo ink applied to me, from rides home after meetings, and over-caffeinated ramblings of the recovering minds. It’s late night phone calls, desperate instant messages, and overtyped emails. There’s no one person who helped me more than the others, from MFA holders to ex-cons on parole. CEOs and reformed gangbangers alike have contributed to the mishmash of knowledge I now share with you.
Thanks to Maggie for putting up with me during the entire process of this book, listening to my thoughts, reading my work, and giving me a sounding board for every idea in here. Thanks most of all to Amber, my editor, for persuading me to write the book in the first place. There should be many more freak out anxiety calls coming your way; thanks for always talking me down.
What This Book Is
This is a recovery book written by a guy who never thought he’d read one all the way through. I never liked any of the self-help or spirituality books I saw. I thought they were trite, or pandered to the perpetually wounded soul. Many of them recycled the same self-affirmations that were in other books. Frankly, a lot of them I thought were total bullshit.
I’m a strict atheist. I’m a cynic. I’m a freak, a weirdo, a misfit. I’ve spent as much time growing up in fundamentalist circles as I did in the punk scene. I’m also an alcoholic and drug addict who hasn’t picked up a drink or a drug since 2002.I went into 12-Step recovery with as much reluctance as I could muster while still giving it a try. Now I love the program’s steps and traditions, and I look forward to the meeting I run every week and the ones I go to for fun.




