|You're so functional. Amazing.|
Bowe was a couple of miles from his house, coming home from the airport. He was speeding through a well known speed trap. He and his friend were smoking away. He didn't have his drivers license. He had an expired insurance card. He puts his wallet in the same bag as the weed so the officer can't help but find it. He asks the cop while getting busted if Sonic is open.
You potheads have a very different definition of "functional" than I do.
Sure, his decision making has been stellar so far, so I'm very comfortable with the idea of him lighting up and getting behind the wheel of a high speed death machine. You've convinced me.