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There are many of you out there who will jump on my declaration of this as the worst gift I ever got. Maybe many, many or you.
One year I was visiting my Canadian cousins, who didn't know me well (but meant well). They gave me a quarter ounce of grass, pot, mary-jee-wana.
This to a guy who was:
a. One of the squarest guys you'll ever met (I still am).
b. In the US Navy, which in the early 80s, locked people up for that sort of thing (not just a ticket).
c. Stationed on a Navy base that routinely brought drug dogs out to scope out vehicles coming on board.
d. Had to cross the border to get home after the holidays.
My cousins were delighted when I gave it back to them for a New Year's present. Hmmm, maybe they did know me well enough. They gave me something that they wanted, perhaps knowing that it would be returned to them?
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