What can YOU say in six sentences?
This whole Step business, especially the idea of God and all that--it used to drive me stark raving nuts my first time around in NA.
I had my image as a certified bonaroo Genius to protect, and God was for punks, I could prove it, and meanwhile, the God I grew up with was a vicious rat bastard, the kind who'll fuck up your sex life for starters, and I couldn't get it out of my head that "recovery" meant being some snake-sucking Moron For Jesus, you know, in Broke Dick, Montana or some fucking place, and what kind of Look Good was that?
Well, uh, things change: my Genius kept me stuck in a mudhole, long past the time I could call it adventure, and I decided that I had to change, and I'd chewed up the cops, courts and shrinks and all that long ago, and the only thing left was that last little house on the block...
I'd hated the fact that nobody there gave a good rusty fuck what I looked like, but this time, well, NA was still the last house.
Fast forward two months: it ain't been too shabby at all; I sent my Genius home to his mother even though he begged me to stay, and he still keeps trying to creep back, but I toss off a prayer that my sponsor suggested that makes him do pet tricks, and meanwhile I slipped into gear and got busy, following suggestions the way that they're outlined there in the lit, and man, it's been a load off my mind.
I'm even working the Steps like I meant it, and right now, today, I don't care if the Power I need is called God or the Galloping Gourmet, because I am a guy who needs help, and however it gets here is okay with me; hell, bring on them snakes...