Yes, that kid is me. Yes, the plants are marijuana.
No, I was not enslaved by the Caracas-based drug cartel Los Estornudadores from 1989 to 1993.
As it turns out, the stuff grows wild in the fields of Kansas, where one of my relatives used to have a farm. We were actually pulling it up, trying to get rid of it.
And yes, I was at the forefront of early-90’s fashion, thank you for asking. Anyone can harvest drugs in their spare time, but it takes a special kind of person to wear a neon iguana in public.