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Jeff Nieto ---- I was about fifteen. Growing up in San ___ Valley, California. Early eighties. We were selling marijuana to kids. Buying it for ten dollars a pound. We were like, "Wow this is cool!" We were making major profit. Woke up with a cyst one day. A big lump, as big as a hard-boiled egg. Nobody else got it in the neighborhood, and they were smoking. I guess I just reacted to it. I had it removed by the best doctors in L.A. Got back out of the hospital. Got back and smoked some more weed. It came back. The Doctors couldn’t figure out what it was. Finally, they asked me if I smoked marijuana. I said yes. They did some tests. It was an herbicide, paraquat, they were spraying down in Mexico in the field, and they were still selling the marijuana. They were still selling it, we were still buying it. I finally found out what it was and stopped. Right out of high school I went in the military. Became a military policeman to try and fight the war on drugs. You know, "Mr. High and Mighty." Possibly--how do you say?--I may have reduced sperm count. I haven’t had any children, and Lord knows I’ve been trying. Since then, I tell everyone that I was in a big gang fight, and you should see the other guy.