John Sinclair is a counterculture poet and speaker and white panther. I met him a long time ago at the Bucktown Pub, not that that mattered or that he would remember it... I was able to get his attention by dropping a mutual friends name, Bob Rudnick. So, John was ok with meeting us in NOLA if we made it there for Mardi Gras, we did and in our meeting, maybe 45 minutes. He proved to be another sage of the road, answering our questions quick and concise, and even answering questions before they were asked.
He came to the meeting with his daughter and that was neet, even better was while filming, right after he bragged about having weed in his pocket and offering to smoke some with me, there was a widening of his eyes, not panic, but the start of worry. I looked over my shoulder and two NOLA cops were headed our way... I moved to get the cops in the shot and of course, they were just headed into the coffee shop for a pastry and a hot cup of joe.