LocationSPAMBLINKA ExperienceAt the age of three years old, I was traveling with my father, a Colonial in the U.S. Army, and my mother, on a tiny airplane somewhere over Borneo. The small plane was consumed by a fierce tropical storm of typhoon proportions which caused us to go down somewhere near the border of Sarawak and Sabah.
We were found by head hunters early the next morning. They ate everyone. My mom, my dad, the pilot and the crew. Because of my tender age, I was spared and taken to the long house where I was raised as a member of the head hunter community.
My memories of my real parents consists of nothing more than faint shadows. My adopted parents, Nan and Ed, a great Iban warrior, taught me to be an honest, upright and humble head hunter.
After I had been discovered alive by a National Geographic Society film maker, at the age of 28, I was brought back to the United States to live with my aunt and uncle and their family. They tasted real good. Mini BioHead shrinking, bone collecting.
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Why is pot against the law? It wouldn't be because anyone can grow it, and therefore you can't make a profit off it, would it?
