My brother is not an imbiber of the MJ. Moves to LA in the mid-aughts and promptly gets a job at a restaurant called Ford’s Filling Station–the chef/owner is Ben Ford, son of Han Solo himself. One day he goes back in the kitchen and there is Ben sharing a toke with his dad, who, being a congenial fellow, offers my brother the spliff. He turned it down and we still give him shit about it–how could you turn down a smoke from Indiana Jones?