A month or two ago, while distracting myself—um, I mean—while diligently researching something on Vimeo, I stumbled across a film production company’s video about a woman I’d never heard of.
Alcoholics Anonymous and This Artist’s Awareness
Growing up, everyone in my family was an alcoholic or an alcoholic-to-be. That’s not an exaggeration. Everyone. Except me.
I’d like to say witnessing alcohol’s destruction was the reason I didn’t develop the habit. Or that through genetic bingo I hadn’t inherited the addiction gene. But neither are true.
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