My friend Dianne sent me this. It was taken in her apartment in 1973. I'd discovered pot in 1967 and I'm sure I probably grew that stuff in the bag. But it's leaves that do zip for the smoker. Goes to show you how much I knew back then. I'm super pleased to see it because I look decent in the photo to my old eyes but I always felt myself to be the plainest of young men. I was twenty-five and had the largest forehead in Western Canada.