You kids nowadays, what with your pot stores 'n all. When I was a boy we had to use a phone booth to call all over the place to set up a deal. Then we had to drive all over the state through raging floods and blustering blizzards, not mention hundreds of hippy-hating cops, to get to the deal. Then we had to pay up the ass for a little bag of old shitty Mexican ragweed full of seeds and we were lucky to get that. You kids nowadays don't know how easy you got it. I have over 3,000,000 confirmed scores. I can drive a hundred miles an hour with a beer between my legs, a cigarette in one hand and a joint in the other while drivin' a stick shift. Bet you don't even know what a stick shift is. Or a clutch. You don't know what livin' is until you've scored some weed, some beer, and some booty in the back seat of a 2-door Chevy at a drive-in movie. Bet you've never seen a drive-in movie either. I been everywhere, seen everything and done everything. So the next time you see me comin' down the road with my walker you better step aside and show some respect or I'll run your ass over!