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A long time ago, in a big studio not too far away (not mine)...I was assisting a session with reggae band Third World. The singer was out in the studio and the engineer asked me to make a patch. In order to do so, I had to move a very large bag of weed which was sitting near the patchbay. When the singer came in, he got all up in my face for touching his weed and threatened to kill me if I touched it again. I laughed, thinking he was kidding, which pissed him off even more. Not wanting to get killed (or fired) I apologized for touching his doobage. Jeez, I thought weed was supposed to chill you out. So much for peace, love and good vibes.
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