I was a few weeks sober when I told my sister that I was an alcoholic over the phone. Those were wobbly days for me. Once, I sobbed at home because KT Tunstall’s “Suddenly, I See” came on the radio. I mean, that is not the sign of a man who is emotionally stable. She accepted me, the way she always did. Then she made fun of me. We laughed. Six months later I wrote her obituary sober. She had died, suddenly, at the age of 46. I don’t think I could have sat down and composed that obituary drunk. I wanted a drink. I wanted a dozen. But I felt it all. Every serration. I would not waterboard this pain in bourbon.