From the December 1989 magazine.

A 'Healthy' Alcoholic

I cut down the two marijuana plants growing in tofu buckets outside the back door, stuffed the thick resinous leaves and woody stems in a grocery bag, and shoved it into the burning woodstove. "I'm done with that forever," I said aloud, though I was alone as usual. I raised my beer bottle in a hearty "good bye, good riddance."

The alcohol would have to go some day too, I understood. But there was no point depriving myself of every comfort of life just to insure good health in later years. Good health was a genuine concern of mine. I had been eating a macrobiotic diet for several...

-- Anonymous

Wells, Maine