I was in a AA meeting in which I shared about my cartoons. I told of how I would draw to keep my hands busy and my mind off booze.

I said that I was like a crash dummy. Life had sent me hurling down a dark path. At the end of the path was a concrete road divider. My drinking life was one crash after another.

The Big Book talks about the wreckage of the past.

Then a buddy said, “I think I’m a crash dummy too.”

I felt as if I’d coined a new slogan. It felt pretty cool.