I love the idiots who believe they can drive under the influence of performance unenhancing drugs.
It’s really a hoot to drive 35 miles an hour in a 55 zone while watching the slowpoke in front of you play tag with the lane marker lines.
Then, after they finally do speed up and slam into somebody, they argue that the drugs don’t impair them at all.
They didn’t get to watch the show from everyone else’s perspective.
Like that lady a couple years back on the Taconic in NY, stopped at a rest area, smoked some dope, then got onto the highway the wrong way, killed herself and a bunch of kids.
The dopers were quick to claim the drugs had nothing to do with it.
Personally, if someone wants to destroy themselves, fine by me.
Leave me out of your suicide plans and stay off the darn roads.
That would be why I waked up in the parking lot, yo.