I got sober before Facebook arrived and started making our mistakes permanent. Of course I’ve seen other photos from my drinking days, but they don’t seem to have the power of that photo.
When the phones rang, they snapped up the old fashioned receivers. With gentle soothing tones they expertly dispatched lost and lonely alcoholics to meetings around New York City’s five boroughs and parts of Connecticut, New Jersey and Long Island before slipping back into their whiplash, vocal-fried conversation.
Plenty of alcoholics will tell you what it’s like to drink again. The ones that make it back, never bring good news.
In a gloomy nightclub in New York City’s meat packing district, 360 young men and women are dancing like it’s 1999.