I'm sixteen, I rocked the SATs, get mostly A's and B's in all my classes, and smoke regularly. Samples of my creative writing got me into a rich bastard's private school in Connecticut, and my music teacher puts more stock in my skill than in the rest of his students combined--even telling other teachers I could be the next Thelonious Monk. I spend 30 dollars a gram on a friend who supplies me with Blueberry Haze. I do that about every week.

I'm not in college yet, but I have every bit as much initiative as anyone you're likely to meet. I want to succeed, and if anything, weed opens up my creativity. It definitely doesn't hinder my drive.

I'm done bragging now.