My drug supplier? Why hey, that’s me! You see, you can actually grow this stuff yourself! I know, it’s a real amazing concept that I’m sure is far beyond your grasp.
And I live in Colorado and have this little red card that basically eliminates all the risk, so there isn’t much compulsion there. Not that your little “it must be addicting if some artificial constraint against it is not enough to keep you away from it” argument holds much water. Most people who believe in freedom recoil at the idea of a government entity telling us what we can do to ourselves and will break the law out of pure principle.
But I’m like sure I’ll be out there raping white women in no time, because that’s what pot like does to you long term and stuff. I’m already listening to the negro jazz music (including that smack addict Charlie Byrd Parker), so that’s like the gateway to rape (along with the reefer of course).
After reading that post, it is clear that you love your drugs, and it appears that you have for quite some time.