most of the grass in the united states was not very good. this was terrific hash. he told me that in istanbul they sell it on the streets and it's, you know, very cheap. in those days, nobody searched you getting on an airplane. you could put a brick under your arm and nobody would know. that idea was in this side of the brain, and having seen this cast was on the other side of my brain. and they came together, and i thought, you know what, i could do that. making the money wasn't my goal. i wanted the adventure of doing it. and i wanted to pull it off. so i decided to go to istanbul and smuggle some hash back. literally, when i flew in, i was kind of looking at the different taxi drivers. and i saw this kind of semi-young hippie-looking taxicab driver kid. i said, i need to get to sultanhani, the hippie