It’s always amusing when a bunch of fairly intelligent stoners meet up to talk about how the straights just cannot understand how perfectly in control they are while stoned. Driving a car, taking care of their children, performing their jobs. All just perfect. No problem here.
You want to stumble through your adulthood baked to the freakin’ gills, hey go for it. Go forth and party on, dudes.
You get behind the wheel and you’ve become MY PROBLEM And you know what? Self-righteous drug abusers who are hurtling down the thruway at 68 mph don’t deserve a bleary-eyed friendly slap on the back. They deserve to have their licenses revoked and a nice short stay in jail. Unless they go and kill someone while under the influence.
In which case they get the long haul.
As a retired New York State EMT, my experiences are first-hand. Picking blood-spattered victims- alive and dead- out of wrecks as the direct result of pot and alcohol gave me a perspective that the party hardy stoners may hold in contempt but which is in fact more accurate and valid than their smoke-hazed justifications.