This feels like my moment. It’s what I have been waiting for since I found the pot plan and got sober in 2000. Academia is recognizing that when people substitute marijuana for alcohol, society benefits.
Honey called it “your pot plan,” as in, “You’re a lot nicer person when you’re working your pot plan.” We didn’t know what to call it and that label fit.
Through years of alcoholic behavior I found that after drinking a few beers, if I then smoked marijuana the party was over.
The combination left me out of balance, rolled my stomach, and put me to bed every time. I loved to drink. In rehab, when we were picking drugs of choice, I picked alcohol. It was my gateway drug, and the one I preferred. In college I fled stolid Middle Tennessee dozens of times for weekends in New Orleans, where alcoholic drinking approaches the level of religion, with idols, potions, and shrines.
But I kept getting arrested or beaten up, and waking up with painful disappointment. I kept disappointing my wife and myself, and though I hated and feared driving drunk, good binges still found me behind the wheel. I moved from Tennessee to Idaho, and my drinking habit followed. Now, alone out West, Honey needed me more than ever.
After a terrible night in the Idaho wilderness, that had started out as such a good time, Honey and I had a long silent couple of hours to think on the way home. I thought: You know, when I smoke pot, I can’t drink. I don’t have mornings like this. Honey said I had to change, that this was the last time. I remembered this scene in my book, and don’t want to remember it different, now. But she said I had to change. I said I would change. She said, How? How could it be any different, this time? Why believe any more promises, from me? What could I possibly do to change?
“I’m just going to smoke pot,” I said, and it was done. Honey was neither smoker, nor toker, nor “midnight joker,” but she loved me – of all people. She was willing to at least wait and see, one more time, as I tried my pot plan.
It worked. Not perfectly, but it worked. I was astonished; this changed my life. After a year sober, it was easy. This was Idaho. We had excellent proximity to British Columbia; and don’t we all get high with a little help from our friends? I was willing to stay high, if that’s what it took. But all I really had to do was smoke marijuana when I felt like drinking. I felt like drinking a lot. Instead, I smoked pot. It might have saved my life. It might have saved someone else’s life.
The pot plan was so real and important to me, I wrote a book about it, thus marrying myself to the cause. I’ve been abused over it. Certain police don’t seem to like me anymore. But I have shared my story with alcoholics, which is essential to recovery.

- The Pot Plan / Click to buy it
The pot plan isn’t perfect – I can’t say I haven’t relapsed; but relapse is part of recovery too, as much as abstinence and sharing your story. There have been times when I needed a reminder that I was an alcoholic. They came, but gently thank God. There have been times when I felt like giving up the fight – just drinking again, and heck with ‘em. If society cannot understand that safe access to marijuana saves lives, let’s just roll the dice and see what happens.
But not today. I am reading this study, ‘Medical Marijuana Laws, Traffic Fatalities, and Alcohol Consumption’. Released in draft in November and still being updated, it’s by economists Daniel I. Rees of the University of Colorado-Denver; D. Mark Anderson of Montana State University; and Benjamin Hansen of the University of Oregon. Finally, the posse is here. To quote the abstract (emphasis supplied):
To date, 16 states have passed medical marijuana laws, yet very little is known about their effects. Using state-level data, we examine the relationship between medical marijuana laws and a variety of outcomes. Legalization of medical marijuana is associated with increased use of marijuana among adults, but not among minors. In addition, legalization is associated with a nearly 9 percent decrease in traffic fatalities, most likely to due to its impact on alcohol consumption. Our estimates provide strong evidence that marijuana and alcohol are substitutes.
Substitutes. As in my experience, the drugs are not cohorts; it’s one or the other. When I read about this study in The Hartford Courant my jaw dropped. We as a society have been trying to stop drunk driving for as long as I’ve been alive. We’ve dedicated armies of police to it, allowed ourselves to be stopped and questioned at highway checkpoints over it, and made some advances but it remains a monster ending lives and putting alcoholics in prison.
“In the United States, traffic fatalities are the leading cause of death among Americans ages 5 through 34,” according to the study, which cites 2010 statistics from the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
Now marijuana has unexpectedly put a huge dent in the scourge’s armor, hitting it hard right when it’s most powerful: Friday and Saturday nights, according to the study’s findings. Here’s our chance! Let’s put our resources into getting marijuana into the hands of alcholics, and hurt the monster even worse!
My sweet cousins lost their father to a DUI driver in the early 1980s; as a child I hated drunk drivers as the worst kind of scum. And then I became one. Nobody chooses to become an alcoholic. And in fact, even people who are not alcoholics find themselves drinking and driving. But in my case the situation was exacerbated by alcholism – I drove drunk a lot.
Not anymore. Without making any promises or indiscreet admissions, I can say with perfect honesty that I’m better, now. I’m much less dangerous. I’m much less of a menace to myself, and others. It is in my best interest to just keep working the pot plan, and it’s in society’s best interest that I keep working the pot plan. Usually when someone finds the pot plan, he goes into hiding, in a way. It’s hard to put concrete numbers on how many people have done what I did, switch, but I have shaken a lot of their hands. Like the Lunatic Fringe, I know they’re out there. Here is a public safety benefit from their change.
Tennessee’s proposed Safe Access To Medical Cannabis Act does nothing for me, although I have fought hard for it. I know it will help many very sick people with the 13 conditions called for under the act. In those areas, as bill author Bernie Ellis has told me, the science is hard, irrefutable: AIDS, cancer, the most terrible cases.
The science of marijuana substitution for alcoholics is just getting serious, with this paper. Specifically, the authors targeted the relationship – if any – between medical marijuana laws in the 16 states that have passed them, and traffic fatalities. Is what Harry Anslinger warned of, “slaughter on the highways,” coming true in the age of legal marijuana, or not? Now we have an opportunity to find out and these three professors took it on.
“To our knowledge, there has been no previous examination of this relationship,” the economists state.
But I was a guinea pig. I lived it. Some of my friends lived it. Maybe we were pioneers. Maybe instead of being scorned and locked up, we’ll be heroes in a new enlightened age.
I can’t wait to read the rest of the paper. I called Professor Rees to see how I could get a copy. Besides telling me a little about the process – the study is still being updated; and has been submitted but not yet accepted to the professional journals – he gave me a URL where I can read the early version. What I’ve seen so far leaves me happy. It’s enough to turn a cold day beautiful. You can read it too, here.##
More The Pot Plan Saves Lives As Alcohol Related Fatalities Decrease In Medical Marijuana States * Study: Medical Marijuana Laws, Traffic Fatalities, and Alcohol Consumption * National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws Founder Keith Stroup Reacts To the Study