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Published: December 18th 2010
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After having been drafted into the Army in 1968 by the US government, sent to Viet Nam against my will, I returned to the States after a year in the South as a peace-nik and dedicated pot smoker. The weed was good, grew wild, and was dirt cheap--and very available during the late 60s. And I was just a punk privileged kid, full of crap and naive, exploiting the plentitude of herbal abundance to the...
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