A.A., Lent, & My Old Man

Gettin Weird Chapter 9.

It’s Wednesday Evening and I picked up Wally and we’ve just arrived for his AA meeting.

At Bay Camp, they had Alcoholics Anonymous meetings in the evenings for kids who ‘wanted to work on their alcohol problems.’ Or, a more honest way to put it, kids who wanted to get early release for sucking-up to the people in charge of their lives—the counselors, the courts, and probation officers. I can’t think of a single kid at Bay Camp who went to AA and didn’t immediately come back to our drinking parties, lots of times within five minutes of when he got out of the meetings and laughed and started drinking with us. I’m not slamming AA or anything, I mean, I get that for some people it helps. But to me, looking at the kids I knew and served time with at Bay Camp, it sure looked useless.