As a kid growing up, I noticed of the men in my family on both side's was the fact that the men that went into the military, they were generally doing well and didn't end up in prison. Which is a real concern if your black kid growing up in America. There are more black men in prison than are in college. Thanks to the "WAR on some drugs". At any given time 25% of america's black men are in someway under the authority of the penal system. 

    My mother was in the Army and she has 4 brothers, three of them went into the service, one went in and out of jail in his younger days. Same with my father's side. My father was a marine and he has 5 brothers, four of them went into the military, one spent time in prison in his younger days. So as I grew up I was more interested in going into the military than anything else, mainly because I associated going into the military with success. As a black kid I thought as long as you weren't in jail, I figured you were successful. I never was really interested in college except as a way of becoming a officer in the military, the better life in the military. Which I really never pursued anyway. As far as I was concerned I thought I was going to get into the military and stay for twenty years, as two of my uncles did, one from each side of the family. 

     In my senior year at Edgewood I decided to try the military out. I say I try it out because that's what it was to me at the time. I thought because it was just weekend army shit (with my asthma) I could handle it. I lied about my asthma, I just never mentioned it. I joined the New Jersey National guard, the 144th supply company Hammonton NJ. I went to basic training at Ft Leonardwood Mo. August 16th, 1982. I made it through basic with only one little flare up of asthma, it lingered for a few days so I was admitted to the base hospital. At the hospital it was misdiagnosed as pneumonia, lucky for me. I was able to complete basic. Sometime during this time I also decided to go to college, again I just thought of it as a way of becoming a officer.  I got out of AIT on Nov. 18th 1982. That probably was the longest time period that I didn't smoke marijuana. OOps I almost forgot, sometime during AIT - Me and a guy from Hampton Va. Malcom Williams got a little weed from this dude on base. Actually I took it, and felt like it was a god send, it helped relieve my linger symtoms of "PNEUMONIA".

     I was enrolled in Claflin College in Orangeburg SC by Dec. 82. So for a year I was trying to make the weekend drills in New Jersey while attending school in SC. It didn't workout. I was honorably discharged from the New Jersey National Guard sometime in 84.

   Again throughout 1983-84 I was a regular smoker of marijuana I was convinced by this time that marijuana helped me lead a normal life. I was a terror now on the pick-up basketball courts. I could breath thank's to the broncholater later I choose to use "marijuana".  Some people I told I "out grew" my asthma, other's I told the truth, I'm using natural medicine. It was easy to fool the military test-for drugs. As it is easy to fool, employment test now. I have now taken plenty of test and never failed one, and I'm a regular user.

Marijuana helped me lead a normal life! It is not a dangerous addictive substance as these white people in congress/senate continue to lie about.

PAM - First Wife

At Ft Bliss, El Paso Tx.    April 18th, 1988 Chapel #7.

GERMAN CASTLE 
Wurzberg Germany, 
smoked a bowl here with some Germans Soldiers

   I was sent to Germany in 1988. I brought my family with me. I thought it was going to be hard to get marijuana.  I liked it in Germany instead of marijuana everywhere as it is in the states. Germany has hash. Hash is everywhere but marijuana is scarce, so I used hash through-out my time in Germany. I was stationed in Landstuhl Germany at 2nd General Hospital as a Ortho-Tech. Everytime there is a medicial airlift from the middle east to Germany this is the hospital you see on TV, it's on the mountain above Ramstein Airbase.

It was cool duty 8-4 at the hospital. Maybe work one weekend a month.  We lived off post on the German economy in a village named Quiddersbach. My wife had a job on post also, so it was great, we had a little extra money. I was amazed at how liberal the Germans were about marijuana/hash. In the Kaiserslautern area where Landstuhl is, the German civilians were always trying to trade hash/marijuana for american drugs (tobacco alcohol). It didn't take much!

     The post commanders (Col Darwin S. Fine) and CID were always warning us against getting involved, in the German Black-market (JOKE) With no pressure from the German police or the MP's who didn't really patrol off post it was easy to get involved in the German black market. I didn't smoke tobacco or drink much alcohol so I gladly traded my ARMY rations of tobacco and alcohol for hash, or occasionally to the legal prostitutes who were also always willing to trade their wares for American Drugs (tobacco Alcohol). Yes, I used a prostitute or two in my day, I think that should be legal too!  I say fuck the law when it comes to marijuana but when it comes to prostitutes, I say FUCK THEM.

    Soon it wasn't long or hard before I was getting other soldiers in my unit to give their rations to me, on the first of the month. Which I then traded for hash, which I resold to other soldiers who also wanted it, then with the profits I then paid the soldiers in my unit for their rations. I made as much in three or four days trading legal drugs (alcohol-tobacco) for illegal ones as the Army paid me for a entire month. After it was all done I had plenty of hash for myself with a nice little profit the enjoy the country I was in. I traveled all over Germany, Northern France, and even went to Holland as a "private" thanks to hash/marijuana. I have no shame, over it either, the Germans only have it illegal because the American Government force's them too thru international treaties. I don't respect the american law concerning marijuana so I felt no shame in breaking it.  (Still don't) 

               We had a good time in Germany we were happy.-Thanks to Marijuana
 

Qiuddersbach, Germany - Aug 89
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Chanel at 4 yrs old- Pam and I having fun on the balcony of our apartment.

     In Frankfurt not only was prostitution legal in the red light district, but the hash/marijuana dealers were openly selling. Hash was everywhere. Everything was fine until March,1990 when a German police dog alerted to my wife's pocketbook. The police officer felt like he was compelled to report what he found to the American MP's. My commanding officer Lt Col. Darwin S. Fine and Staff Sgt Ralph Northcutt needless to say, they acted like she was the "GOD Father" and sent her and Chanel home, back to the state's. I was devastated, it was my medicine she had, but she didn't tell because she didn't want me kicked out of the army, she knew how much I had gone thru just to get in and just to stay in. Anyway it wasn't long before I was trying to get out. Luckily for me, at the time the Army was overstaffed in Europe as a result of the wall coming down. I was out by June 21st. Honorable discharged. 

Saddam Hussien then liberated  the 19th province, of IRAQ, from the British control Government called Kuwait on August first.  Yes, I don't see why we interveined - just read the history of this area KUWAIT is actually the 19th, (southern most) province of Iraq. The British took it from them (1960) and helped the KUWAITI's form Kuwait, then helped them with independance, in much the same way the US helped Texas break away from Mexico, then made it a state. Kuwait was formed to supply BP- British Petroluem.

I was really lucky 3 months later my ex-unit was sent to Saudi Arabia.- I was home puffing weed and watching the propaganda bullshit - GEORGE BUSH & Co. were selling to the American people as truth. - In typical war fashion.- Look at the "WAR ON DRUGS" as a example, LIE's LIE'S and more lie's. It's the american way!

  My weed smoking cut down quite a bit as I started to really get into the trucking, as I got over my disappointment with my Army experience.  I was just a regular smoker again by now. Driving coast two coast there never was really a problem getting weed, the marijuana prohibition would be a joke if it weren't for the few who get caught and jailed. Marijuana is everywhere, every town, city has a few marijuana providers any politician who tells you the government is winning the war on drugs is a LIAR. I rarely had trouble finding marijuana where ever I was. I never carried much more than a few joints, just in case I was ever searched I could throw a joint or two. I bought marijuana probably in at least 20 states. By 1993 I was really getting into the trucking but my wife was hating it.

   She hated my trucking back and forth across the country. I was spending a lot of time in Arizona. My job was causing us problems, along with my polygamous ways. Then in Aug 93 I was hired by the post office, I had forgotten that I had applied, when I first got out of the army. I hated it, (the post office job) my wife loved it. I was home all the time. I wanted to go back to driving. During this time I had two children taken away from me thru abortion. My wife kept having abortions, she claimed it was a proceedure, and it was her body, etc., etc., . Up to this point I had always taken the ABORTION issue as a white people cause, I really thought black women had thier kids and that abortion (BABY KILLINGSHIT) was a Euopean thing. If you watch it on TV still now that 's what it appears to be.

This (BABYKILLING) shit put me in one of the deepest depressions I had ever had. Plus at the same time I had to quit my medicine. The post office drug tests you at hire and for probationary 90 day period. I hadn't realized marijuana's stabilizing effect on my depression until then, when I was forced to stop it.

    It wasn't any form of withdrawal as some anti-marijuana goofs are sure to say. I had unknowingly been using it as a anti-depressant since getting out of the army. While I did enjoy driving trucks it was far from what I had expected out of life. The marijuana was clearly a stabilizing force in my life, it was a enhancer of my life period. 

        It wasn't long before we were having serious problems. In Dec. 93 I moved out. In Feb. 94 I was sent to see the psych doctor. (Dr Berger & Micheal Ardonetti of HIP Rutgers) They wanted to make sure I didn't go postal. I hated this job, it was to monotonous for me. I was hating my wife for killing my kids, I still can't believe CHILD KILLING is legal, and marijuana is not.

I started sliding into a state of depression accompanied by anxiety attacks. I started losing time at work and wanted to quit. The Dr. prescribes ZOLOFF, and something else I didn't want. Soon not only am I having marital problems I'm having financial problems as well. As a  trucker I was making a lot more money than a postal worker. I started smoking weed again this time for depression, I felt better.

  When I told this to the doctor he belittled it. He didn't agree with my "self medicating" with marijuana. He was following the government line (LIE) that marijuana was dangerous etc.etc.etc. He did record it in my records though. I had by now read up on marijuana and it's usefulness', as well as the medical use's of marijuana. It worked for me, the more I smoked the more I felt better about the murder of my children (Abortion). Hell, if I had done the ZOLOFF he wanted me to use and then reported I felt better he would have concluded the ZOLOFF worked, but he refused to consider that the marijuana was making me feel better. Well the marijuana I was using helped me feel better. The marijuana I resumed using served as the medicine I needed to overcome my mild but justified depression. My wife and I had broken up, I couldn't take the KILLING anymore, I wanted more children, now she even had my daughter.

( ABORTION is legal murder,) 

Marijuana is a known anti-depressant even thought the government bans it's use.

     In 1994 there were many marijuana activist in ARIZONA. Some I met were medical marijuana reformers. I met a few Medical Marijuana Buyer's club owner's. Many were promoting prop 200. Which is similar to California's more famous prop. 215  except  prop.200  legalized all drug's. I was surprised at the amount of people who felt as I did about marijuana. They were everywhere passing literature out, registering citizens and informing people of the medical use's of marijuana. One of my neighbors was a believer in RASTAFARI. Up until then most of my adult life I had considered myself a Atheists. While I didn't brag about it most of my family members and friends knew how I felt about religion.
 

  I'm not exactly sure at what point I became a atheist, but what sticks out in my mind the most is the murder of my grandfather. HORACE WORTHINGTON SR my Grandfather, was shot through his Berlin NJ  kitchen door as he ate his dinner by a person named Cecil Wright, in Dec 1977. (Over a measely $164.oo). -- Up until my Arrest on Nov. 24th, 1997 the murder of my Grandfather was the most truamtic event in my life.

  After I heard that my grandfather had been shot I prayed, and prayed, and prayed to Jesus, for days, he still died. At first I blamed "GOD" then I dismissed him. At the time I stopped believing in "GOD" as I had stopped believing in Santa Clause just a few years before. I didn't become a GOD hater I just stopped believing he existed.

(1)  I have always been polygamous, I have never really by dedicated to one women, I have loved more than one women at the same time several times. I believe If I had been born into a different society I would be married to several different women. To me the concept of "one man-one woman", is a Christian rule, I not being a Christian never followed it.  In RASTAFARI-it is acceptable.  (2)In Rastafari my use of marijuana isn't considered a wrong or a sin as so many Christians try to portray it. Marijuana is grown by "GOD" . Most Rastafarians view marijuana as a sacrament.- It is a religious sacrament to many RASTAFARI. This was the first time in years any religion had gotten through to me, and it fit me. I became a believer in RASTAFARI. I had not asked "GOD" for anything since I prayed for my grandfather in 1977. My first prayer to "JAH" as god is called in RASTAFARI was for my two kids, murdered  thru abortion.      My first prayer to JAH was answered!       Ajanea & Deaja  June-26, Aug.-1, 1995  Mt Holly NJ

     As a medical marijuana using trucker it wasn't long before I was asked to transport marijuana to Philadelphia, PA. Starting in 1994-1996, I was actively helping two groups of citizens to defy the marijuana prohibition, and felt proud to be doing it. When ever they called me, I tried to get a load out west. One was a group of RASTAFARI from W. Philadelphia who had  relatives in Tucson, buying their sacramental marijuana. I was just instrumental in transporting it for them. I was paid by them, with marijuana usually. The other group was a AIDS group in North Philadelphia, that distributes marijuana, as well as food, to patients who have HIV. This group generally also had me do the buying for them, sometimes I would met one of them at the Tucson or Phoenix airport and they would get marijuana donated to them from a guerrilla grower in the YUMA area." They usually gave me a a few pounds of high quality marijuana which I shared with my freinds. So I was trying to form a buyer's under-cover buyer's club".

    This is not uncommon, here in New Jersey since I was arrested I have come across another such group. 

   I have no regrets, I don't feel like a drug dealer, I was a medical, social and spiritual provider of marijuana, and of course a user as well. The marijuana laws are wrong, and unconstitutional. I say unconstitutional because 

(1) Where in the constitution does the constitution give states or congress the authority to regulate the intake of a citizens body.      **NO-WHERE**

(2) The Marijuana laws violate the "free exercise clause" of the First amendment. 

(3) The marijuana laws are in reality Bill's of Attainer's.