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? the small town of Cosala, many things, including thievery, were attributed to the vicious consumption and side effects associated with “La Mota” or Marijuana. The word Marijuana was frightening, and we greatly feared people who were accused of being under its evil influence. I vividly recall how a “crazy” lady was tied to a tree as she screamed expressing strange delusions. We didn’t have a hospital for patients with mental illnesses. I was told that she had fallen under the Marijuana spell. Our town had a swine “flu” epidemic and our local genius, a manic-depressive with acute psychosis, began to wash the banks of the arroyo in his efforts to rid the town of the disease. His madness was attributed to Marijuana. One afternoon, an enraged and “crazy” soldier ran down our street swinging from side to side (sweeping motion) his rifle with the bayonet attached. We barely made it to safety. Again, it “was due to Marijuana.” By the time I was in high school in the United States, Marijuana represented a frightening drug that should be avoided at all costs. While I was in the Army’s boot camp at Fort Lewis, Washington, we were given a weekend off to party. The American Indian got drunk and climbed a pine tree and threatened to jump. We were able to get him down safely. Another drunken soldier kept asking us to break his leg with a bat. He didn’t want to go to Vietnam. That Friday night, Erick and I bought a six-pack of beer and decided to drink it in the barracks away from the

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