Okay, let me get this straight. Ripley went into a dispensary, and he's angry he got called "dude" and "man."
By a bunch of California stoners.
The fuck were you expecting? Women walk into a weed store and hear the same thing, but Ripley has no female friends to know that sometimes, we get called "dude" and "man," too.
It must be so exhausting, getting this worked up over something so trivial. I'd tell him to take a few hits and chill out, but he strikes me as a very paranoid stoner. He's desperately running from a lot of problems and responsibilities in his life, and that can make for a very unpleasant high.
I wonder, in the back of his mind, does he really know he abandoned his kids? When he's all alone in bed at night, does he feel that gnawing guilt in the pit of his stomach? Or has his thought process become so warped and twisted that he truly thinks trooning out is the best path in life? He obviously doesn't love his kids enough (read: more than his fetish) to help raise them or even pay child support, but does he love them just enough for his conscience to realize he fucked up by leaving them fatherless?
He's such an anxiety-ridden, high-strung mess, there has to be some regret or guilt, deep in that horse head of his, buried under mountains of porn, dreams of SRS, and ideas for angry tweets.
Of course, he'll never recognize and address the true source of his anxiety, whatever it may be.