SOME MEN NEED HELP by John Ford Noonan
He looks dead when the curtain goes up; he is only dead drunk. Hudley T. Singleton III, who runs his own public relations firm and is known as Hud, is lying on the floor of his Fairfield County, Conn., kitchen with a two-day stubble of beard and two inches left in a quart of vodka. For reasons that seem stupefyingly apparent, his wife has walked out on him, and he has done what every alcoholic does in a moment of crisis—hit the bottle. But his redemptive godfather is at hand, a most unlikely good...
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