I'll admit it, I'm an elitist.

I've had just about enough of reading people who I know for a FACT have never had a complex thought in their life talking about doing their drugs.
Girls who post pictures on Myspace of themselves looking about two seconds from getting it on, lips thickly penciled and poised for the first toke off of a nasty, brown stained, ten dollar pipe filled with low grade marijuana that they call by some god-awful nickname like "my sweet girl" or "salvation". Not to mention any sort of jabber about blunts. Let me tell you what I imagine you saying when you tell me you smoked the most fatty blunt in your life last night.
Last night, I was at home while my mom was at work, so I went out with some people because I have no idea how to entertain myself and then we met this weird homeless man who wanted to pee in our mouths but instead gave us some pot. So then we took it to the park where we found the old Burger King bag, so we fucking ripped that shit up and then put the pot inside and rolled it like a thousand times. Then we smoked it, and we were like fucking...What are those guys? The brown ones? Ya man, we were like fucking Indians with like greeting pipes or whatever.
You are not M.C. Escher, who could have used drugs and totally gotten away with it, but was already too cool for that.
("I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough." -Escher)
You are not The Beatles, nor are you Radiohead, you are not an adolescent politician going through a rebellious phase, nor are you a Rastafarian.
You are a low life, with an ash tray on your kitchen table, a house that's falling apart, and an eighth grade education.
Forget blowing your smoke, you can just go ahead and blow me.