OK.
But let me explain something here. You may think I'm making this up (I've told this story before and have been accused of that very thing), but this may help to explain my reaction:
Back when I was in college, there was a huge fight in my dorm one night. And I mean a *huge* friggin' fight. I was in my room when it happened, I heard the whole thing. There were people getting the shit kicked out of them and literally thrown against walls. (And, as I would later learn, they didn't even *live* in the dorm - they were frat boys.) When it was all over and it was safe to come out, I noticed not only the blood on the walls, but the stench. I'd had no idea what it was, but it smelled awful. Somebody told me it was pot.
Now I know in my *mind* that it couldn't have been the pot that made those people go batshit insane (assuming that what I smelled in the air really was pot, which I admit I have no proof for it being), but it's hard not to associate the two even knowing that.