Crackpot or Savior? Does It Even Matter?

A friend of mine posted on Facebook today about the book The Alcohol & Addiction Cure by Chris Prentiss. The website claims the book “contains the breakthrough three-step holistic program to total recovery.” The television commercial specifically states, “This is not a 12-step program; this works.” I used a semicolon between those two statements because the inference (for me at least) from the tone of Prentiss’ son Pax’s voice when he says it is that 12-step programs don’t work.

COPS! Part 1

(Note: I planned on telling three stories here but, as usual, the first one was so long that I decided to break it up into more than one part. I'll try to write part 2 next week.)


As always, italics are the words of the voices in my head


The hardest part of writing about things that happened while I was on meth is coming to grips with the foolish and embarrassing things I did that involved people that weren't using meth. You might think that's crazy or doesn't make a lot of sense. It probably doesn't, but for whatever reason copping to the things that went on in my head or with other people just as high as I was seems kind of zany and wacky. My behavior and antics when there were sober people around seem humiliating and depressing. Actually, that's only partially true. I can usually tell these stories in a room full of other addicts without much problem. For reasons that aren't completely clear to me, sharing them in this forum leaves me feeling extraordinarily exposed. (I know there are several people who will read this and want to explain these reasons to me. Trust me when I tell you that you don't know why it bothers me any better than I do AND, even if you do, I don't think I'm ready to know.)