Crites (as he preferred to be called) had intelligence, wit and a talent for art that earned him respect in the small press world. He self-published much of his work as well as that of others, and it seemed like youth was on his side. What got in the way was the booze. Following another serious accident that he cannot remember (in this instance a face-first fall down a flight of stairs), Crites' family convince him to seek professional help. He believes his treatment will last only days, but it takes many long months. Through journal entries and correspondence with family and close friends, this is Crites' story, one that documents the months prior to, during, and immediately following his admission to a clinic for alcohol dependency.