Last week while bottling some home brew, my friend and brewing partner offered me some of his ill-gotten contraband! This was straight out of left field. What was I to do? But after much inner turmoil there was only one thing I could do, being a true patriot I burned it. Laid it to ruin. It took a good hour to burn but alas the object that had brought such burden to my soul lay in ashes and now my conscience is free once more. No, I'm no hero or man of particular valor but just a man doing his part. So come, bring forth your contraband and I will once again strike the matches of justice freeing your from the chains that bind you. In the words of Zefram Cochrane, "Don't try to be a great man; just be a man, and let history make its own judgments."