He's mad at a user he thinks is some guy who uses alcohol.
He uses "on psych meds" as an insult with mind-numbing repetitiveness (as he does many other things, but YKWIM).
He was busted with a minimum of three kinds of drugs. Oh, but it was a "bad arrest" and even his plea bargain was totally "under duress" and blah blah.
I mean, that's fine, dude. Have your preference in substances, but don't even come in here like one preference is somehow more moral or even more healthy than the rest. We've heard it all before, how you can't kill yourself by the mere act of swallowing a vial of liquid LSD (although the person you stole it from certainly might kill you for ingesting a whole lot of their potential profit), and how cannabis is God's gift to mankind and blah blah etc. It's not like nobody here has read The Emperor Wears No Clothes, which admittedly is a great, concise history of hemp and marijuana prohibition, but dear Jack Herer now up in the sky with Abbie Hoffman and the rest, that is a contender for "title with least direct relation to subject matter in the history of nonfiction books." (One might be excused for thinking it was a political tract about Ronald Reagan and his compulsive fucking around Hollywood after the Jane Wyman divorce.) There are also reasons that people keep finding new ways to hyper-concentrate their smokable forms or simply make nice brownies, rather than continuing to sacrifice their lungs to the Zig Zag man -- except you, I guess. Pot is lovely but not even remotely harmless (like alcohol, and similar to the way head meds are useful but not harmless), and no, it doesn't "cure" cancer either. If it were a "cure," David Bowie, who was a zillionaire at the time of his diagnosis and lived in New York, a major point of import, would still be alive. All of which is to say: a fucking break, give us one. Even if literally every user on this board needed Prozac, or habitually got drunk off our asses and drove in mad circles trying to make a helicopter landing pad... wait, that's you... you still don't see any of us filming ourselves ripping bong hits and then painfully horking up entire lung lobes. How are you in Tucson with no ability to get dabs? Oh, hang on, I think I know. By being an asshole.