OK, that’s it. The Washington City Paper officially sucks ass. Your pot-stuff-at-the-gas-station bit (“Grass ’n’ Go,” 1/21) is the lamest cover story in the history of cover stories. My God, some people are using tobacco-smoking implements to smoke things that aren’t tobacco? And some of these things can be found at gas stations? Wow, who could have imagined? I guess we should do…what, exactly? Ban lighters?

Hey, here’s a hot tip for your next big story: A little bird told me that paint sniffers are buying paint at the paint store! Pulitzer, here we come! What the fuck is wrong with you?

Wesley Heights