Alcohol was my apple. Betty Rosen was my serpent, tempting my soul. In fact, all of my tempters have been women. And they all offered me the same apple. My name is Patrick William Monahan, III. My friends call me Paddy. I will tell you my story as best as I can recall it. Much of my past is enveloped in an alcoholic haze. Other parts are frighteningly clear. Sometimes I cannot tell which are which. That is the scary thing. So begins Paddy’s story.