In the summer of 1985, two middle aged male members of Alcoholics Anonymous walked into my father's home and promised him a better life and a better son. What they were to deliver him in the years to come proved no less short of a nightmare. Written in the speaking style of AA members such as saying God and swearing in the same sentence, this meditation spoof recalls my 30 years as a member of their program with light hearted memories, humor and regrets. Telling my story what it was like, what happened, what it's like now and what we could do differently. This illustrated book is also dedicated to my late father, the only member of my immediate family to pride my sobriety in Alcoholics Anonymous One Horrid Day At A Time.