Now Tom Jefferson and Ben Franklin had some fine qualities, but I'd be hard pressed to believe that hemp has ever had a greater friend or defender than Ray. Ray was a guy I used to play paintball with in Houston. He was the type that could recite the dialog of any Cheech and Chong movie word for word, had subscriptions to High Times magazine, and whose household decorating motif was neo-bongism.
Whenever I saw him talking to some new guy at the paintball field, I had a game I'd like to play. I'd walk over, join the conversation and when I had an opening I'd say something along the lines of, "Hey, Ray, did you know that such and such marijuana law in such and such state was enacted that further restricts access to marijuana?" I'd then walk away, leaving the new guy there to listen to one of Ray's 2 hour discourses consisting of vague, half-formed thoughts regarding all of the blessings of hemp/marijuana and the evils of the war on drugs. It was always good for a laugh or two, and sort of became a rite of passage at the field. If anyone came back after that, we (the regulars) realized they had no self respect and would do anything to fit in, so we shunned them completely.