Blow

I'm stoned. I'm fucking stoned. I'm really sto... I'm fucking stoned, man. I'm really... Stoned? Yeah ha ha. Yeah.

May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face. And may the winds of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.

Pablo Escobar. And for those of you living on the moon for the last twenty years, he was it, the boss of it all, El mahico.

This is Grade A 100% pure Colombian cocaine, ladies and gentlemen... Disco shit... Pure as the driven snow.