When it came time to return to the US, the border agents stopped the long-haired, tie-died, bearded, jive-talking, young Kitson to grill him and go over the truck, as they planned to do, with a fine-toothed comb.
The Agent demanded to know what was in the bag, so Jim told him the truth.
The Agent refused to believe him, so he opened the bag -- which had been enjoying the hot Mexican sun for several days now -- and stuck his head fully inside.
Jim was ordered away from that place with speed. The Agent also evacuated, but in a different manner.
All fun aside, a man must make a living, and so Jim invented, single-handed, the eco-tee-shirt business, with hand-drawn images of endangered species, often featuring his totem -- the hawk. The business flourished so well it ended as creative-centered businesses often do, by someone stealing his ideas via the Xerox machine and underselling the product. When a Singapore-based conglomerate stole his idea "I Got Crabs at Fisherman's Wharf", he closed up shop.