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Stanley Maynard Dooshnik, Jr: with a Name Like That, You'd Drink Too!
註釋With six siblings, he felt like an alien abandoned on an earthly doorstep. Quiet, shy and sensitive, he turned twelve in a psychiatric hospital. He had a bleeding ulcer at thirteen. Between first and twelfth grade he went to twenty-seven different schools. He started drinking when he left home and joined the Navy. There were three rehab centers, nine months with the Salvation Army, half a dozen suicide attempts, two DUIas, homelessnessaand countless arrests. He tried to get sober, but inevitably found that drinking was the only solution he had for the misery and pain of life that, drunk or sober, was his daily existence. After his last drunk, coming to alone in a one-room apartment, surviving an out-of-body, near-death experience where aGod hated me too much to let me die, a he only thought he had reached his bottom. Not written for sensationalism or as a Twelve-Step ahow-toa manual, this is my story. I was a hopeless, ahope-to-diea drunk. I want to share it so that you may know that if you are, or love someone who is, that there is hope.