There's nothing about alcoholism that make sense.
Yesterday, a man who’d walked Arizona prison yards for over 30 years - on lifetime parole - was discharged from the program after he used his first paycheck to buy a bottle of vodka.
Six months ago he was homeless, broke and drunk. His life was in a shambles. He was desperate for help.
During his first several months in the program he was a good worker. He had humility. He had a sponsor and he seemed grateful to be sober. He accepted the hardships of the hard six program without complaint. Then he got a job and a few dollars in his pocket and it was all over.
There’s no aspect of his behavior that has any connection to logic or sanity. He has no money. He has no home. And as far as anyone knows he doesn't have any real friends. So he faces the prospect of being homeless and drunk in 113° heat.
It says in the 12-step literature that the “insanity of alcohol returns and we drink again.” That appears to have happened in this case.
