Whatever the case, this I, Anonymous submitter is pissed, and fair enough:

Dear concert-going pothead,

Your secondhand weed smoke is not a divine gift that you bring forth from your lungs to bestow upon the lucky wretched sober souls within a 10 foot radius at a show. No, in fact, much like tobacco smoke, it's a putrid, allergen-riddled contagion vector. Particularly one that smells like a mixture of skunk ass and Doritos when being purged from your lungs. (Have a mint.)

No one who isn't already as high as you appreciates your complete disregard for the rights of others to breathe and not be in a position to pass a drug test in the coming weeks. As my eyes swell and water to the point that I am unable to see the band I'm there for, despite being a whopping 20 feet away from them, all I can wonder is why, if I have the decency to take two Benadryl before a show, despite the inconvenience to my mood and energy levels, you can't have the same decency and hotbox your car before coming into the show, or perhaps smuggle in baked goods.

Because of you, pothead concertgoer, I will fight even harder now for the legalization of marijuana, not only because I don't want to waste taxes arresting and prosecuting imbeciles like you, but because if it's legal, they can ban weed smoke indoors as well, and perhaps then I wont have to risk full anaphylaxis to see some live music just because pot smokers like you are inconsiderate shitheads.