Doesn’t actually smoke pot, but is big into opium — They like to keep it classic, like a Romantic poet.
Probably smokes weed, absolutely an Adderall dealer. He doesn’t need to, but he does it for the ~*aesthetic*~.
Less of a friend and more of an unwelcome guest. Smokes at parties, but absolutely refuses to pay for their own weed.
The smoker who fancies themselves a confessional poet if they’re even a little high.
You: “This is some good weed, huh?” Them: “Let me go down on your carpet, / Your straw mattress — whatever’s at hand / Because the child in me is dying, dying.” You: “... OK.”
An elderly hippie who lives exactly the same lifestyle they did in the ’70s. Probably still owns a Volkswagen and hands out free weed rather than dealing. “It’s not about money,” the Bell Tower probably said. “It’s about keeping kids away from that ditch weed.”
The first-year that’s still learning the ropes. This smoker was tricked into spending $20 on a weed brownie with no weed in it and bragged about it.
This guy doesn’t even go to UNC. He just hangs around and deals.