God’s Eyes: The Crippled Mute Man
So, I’m sitting in a room in Brisbane Australia, nearly thirty years ago taking twelve step calls from people who are, you know, on the serious end of the booze hound spectrum. Now you don’t get to be answering calls like that unless you’ve been a repeat-offender serious booze hound yourself. In comes this call […]
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