Born under the most milquetoast moon ever, Winston Hubert McIntosh on the 19th of October 1944, would never play game to bullshit and/or bullshitisms. Christened Peter Tosh after a horrific accident, after a tenureship with Bob Marley.
His untimely death in 1987 at the age of 42 is proof positive that no good deed goes unpunished! When that three-man gang incurred itself on his house on September of 1987 there would be no telling.
Let's celebrate life because nothing will bring Peter Tosh back. Where Bob Marley riled up the troops, Tosh told 'em what was up. Where Bunny Wailer smiled, Tosh frowned.
In the end, Peter Tosh was the foil to the British positivity the Marley-clan spouted... Vis a vis: no truth at all. LEGALIZE IT!!!