Like I said I was feeling sorry for myself after my hospital stay. And when I come home my feet was all purple and I had a hard time getting around. Bethel was like an angel and looked after me. But I guess it wasn't enough for me and I started to going down to the Do Drop Inn and having a drink or two with the fellows. And before you knew it I was a full-fledged drunk, coming home and cussing out Bethel and scaring the baby. Then I started doing things with a woman who hung around the bar that I don't even want to talk about it.
Brother Emil Stoozer, the new preacher at the church came walking right into the bar one night and embarrassed me so bad I come out with him. He talked real rough with me and told me how selfish I was. I didn't work too good. I kept drinking, but bought me a bunch of brown paper bags to try to hide my sin. But I did give up what I was doing with that woman.
You know what made me quit all that stuff. A dream. One night I woke out of deep drunk-sleep and knew I had had a bad dream. I couldn't remember all what happened but I knew I wasn't any too good. Over the next few days I began to remember things about the dream and what I remember most was I was in hell and it was hot as where I was in that dream. When I asked the devil for some water, he said all they had was bourbon and he made me drink it. And the more I drank the thirstier I got and the hotter I got. After I remember all that dream stuff I didn't have no desire to drink no more. And I ain't had a real drink since. Now that's the truth.
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