My first onlooker was a Jah-love brother who grinned incessantly. He wasted no time telling what ‘remedy’ he was peddling. “I like marijuana mon.” he said in his Jamaican emigrant tongue. I liked his straight-path approach, so I hopped onto the trail with him, except I met him face to face as I traveled the other direction. “I used to like it too. Then I met Jesus and found the freest and highest high,” I replied.