Bill's Story (Continued)
 
C: He said: (p. 3, par. 2) 'For the next few years fortune threw money and applause my way. I had arrived. ' Oh, I don't have any trouble identifying with Bill. You get those goals set. You work and you work and you strive. You finally get there, and damn, it feels good. He said: (p. 3, par. 3) 'My judgment and ideas were followed by many to the tune of paper millions. The great boom of the late twenties was seething and swelling. Drink was taking an important and exhilaration part in my life. There was loud talk in the jazz places uptown.
Everyone spent in thousands and chattered in millions. Scoffers could scoff and be damned. I made a host of fair-weather friends.'
Bill doesn't know that he's alcoholic. He simply knows that he likes to drink. Drinking now becomes an important part in his life. He said: (p. 3, par. 3) 'My drinking assumed more serious proportions, continuing all day and almost every night. The remonstrances of my friends terminated
in a row and I became a lone wolf.'
The business partners began to say, Bill, you're drinking too much. Bill, you're coating us money. Bill, you're making mistakes. Bill, we think you ought to slow down. Bill, we think you ought to quit. Bill, we think you ought to drink like old John over there.
Finally like most alcoholics, Bill got tired of that, and Bill said, to hell with them.
He withdrew from them, and became a lone wolf, and began to operate on his own. He said: (p. 3, par. 3) 'There were many unhappy scenes in our sumptuous apartment. There had been no real infidelity, for loyalty to my wife, helped at times by extreme drunkenness, kept me out of those scrapes.'
I've always believed everything Bill wrote, but I'm not sure about that last statement. Lois in some of her writings talks about the time he came home and he had on his shirt, tie, and coat, and shoes and socks but he didn't have anything on in between. (laughter) Maybe he'd been operating in a blackout, who knows. Page four.
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