Did
I
really
have
to
quit
drinking
for
good?
What
the
hell
kind
of
life
would
that
be?—on
and
on.
It
had
been
every
goddamned
day,
all
day,
and
it
drove
me
up
the
wall,
so
I
joined
the
program
and
got
me
a
sponsor.
The
guy’s
name
was
George.
He
was
a
jerk,
but
she
was
happy.
Anyway,
I
came
out
of
Merle’s
that
day
after
also
having
what
may
have
been
the
best
steak
I
had
ever
had.
That’s
when
I
saw
him:
Norman.
I
didn’t
know
his
name
was
Norma