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       “My name is J., and I’m an addict.”
       This is what I’ll be saying in every AA, Alcoholics Anonymous, meeting I will be obligated to attend. I don’t care for stepping foot in those places anymore. In fact, I hate those rooms. It’s a damn cult. Don’t drink the coffee! But, I won’t have a choice now I’m most likely going to detox and, God help me, another pointless rehab. 
     They don’t take kindly to people like me, a chronic relapser. Whenever someone like Yours Truly, relapses, they shun him/her, frowned upon, and nobody treats you the same. You’re patronized beyond belief, treated like a damn child. But, they’re right, even though I’m 22-years old, I am still a child. 
People in AA will say once you become sober, mentally and emotionally, you reverse back to the age you were when you first abuse whatever it was you were using. 
I will admit I believe this. 
But then, AA saps will also try to tell you, “Your worst day sober is better than your best day high.”
I don’t believe this for a second. I guess they didn’t have friends or something. I had some great times while being drunk, stoned, or tripping with my friends. If you say your worst day sober is the better than best day high, I feel really feel sorry for you. 
Another thing I can’t stand is how they believe they in God but say they’re not religious. In AA, everybody meets at a certain place sacred to them where they pass a basket around for donations; they carry around and read from one book—written over 13 decades ago, for alcoholics; they’re required to confess all their wrongs to another person, figuring out their character defects, which their high power will then absolve them of; and, if one were to relapse, he/she would suffer degradation, patronization, and they treat you as though they have leprosy. 
Does this sound at all familiar to you? Do I have to go on? Just one more…
The word “God” is always capitalized—as well as, “He,” “Power,” and “Him”—as if someone wrote it in the Bible, where they also mention it four times in the steps. 
Anybody in the A.A. program will tell you I’m full of shit, but all this is true. 
In a Heroin Anonymous meeting, there was this guy in his twenties who was convinced that God had given him this new job and that if it wasn’t for God, he wouldn’t have this job. I had to leave the room. People were giving me weird looks whenever I shook my head holding a disgusted face while this kid was talking. I couldn’t help it! I wanted to just grab the guy and tell him the truth: 
It was You who got that job! Did “God” call up the workplace asking for a job? Did “God” show up for an interview? Did he win over the boss with his work ethic and personality? No, he didn’t! It was you, you did it. Give yourself some credit. You… Yes, you! Got yourself a job… Sober!
I didn’t say this though. More than likely, I would have had to deal with an angry mob of addicts and alcoholics. And ex-tweakers are still fast. 


      Times have changed, and then they changed again. Yes, they have heroin, cocaine, and narcotics anonymous, but since they live by a hierarchy of chip status, if you relapse, you’re tossed back down to square one with the lower peasants. (they hand out plastic chips for periods of sobriety.) It’s basically a game, whoever has the most chips wins, or they receive the most respect. If they updated their antique book and threw away all of their chips, I’d reconsider not-attending these meetings.