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I went home to Illinois for Christmas. I decided before hand that enough was enough and I wanted out of this mind-set. I was going to have to quit the weed
for one. So I filled this two inch high aqua-blue vase, with a fish glazed on with weed; put a cork in the top, waxed it up with a dripping candle, and mailed it to my mother's house. The idea was that I would have only so much weed and would have to make it last as long as possible, the stay being maybe three weeks. I would have to smoke less and less each day until I ran out, and when it was gone, I was finished.
I did the drawing above while weaning myself off the weed. The original is a little larger than the scanner, but the most of it is there thanks to Guy, who got the scanner working, after I could not all these years. The photo previous page is from maybe a year earlier to this period, when I was into photography. I have smoked weed very little over the years since then. Now and then for drawing in the seventies, and now and then for analysis since. I suppose in retrospective reflection, the whole year could have been called a formation and vetting of a soul.
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