Alvin Enoch always wanted to be an adventurer -- the Indiana Jones type. He just didn't expect his adventures to include riding freight trains as a homeless hobo, getting locked up in a New Orleans jail cell, or waking up in a mental institution after running from imaginary gunmen.
From a childhood in rural Alabama, where cotton was king and there wasn't much to do but plow a mule, Alvin joined the U.S. Air Force at seventeen and set off to see the world -- Guam, Puerto Rico, disco-era New York. Life was fast, exciting, and full of promise. But underneath it all, alcohol and drugs were quietly taking hold, and what started as parties and "a little oil" spiraled into lost jobs, lost love, and a years-long odyssey riding boxcars from city to city, chasing rock bottom without knowing it.
I Am Just a Simple Guy... is Alvin's unflinching, often darkly funny account of addiction, homelessness, and the long road back -- through jail cells, treatment centers, and finally, sobriety that has now lasted forty-four years. It's a story about learning the hard way that survival isn't the same as living, and that real freedom comes only when you stop running.
Told with total honesty and hard-won wisdom drawn from Scripture, Alcoholics Anonymous, and a lifetime of lessons learned the hard way, this memoir is for anyone who has ever wondered if they could really change -- and needed proof that they can.
This is not a polished success story. It's a real one.