Caleb is of the mind that most people in the world would benefit from occasional drug usage (of the homegrown kind, the distinction is to be made; synthetics and the harder stuff have always been high on his list of A Thousand Gallons of No), but since he is at least in theory, like ...not a despicable human being, he also estimates personal responsibility should just--be a given, despite how he's a realist and recognizes it isn't.
It does mean he gets snotty about that, though--if someone he's sold to does some idiot thing like drive while under the influence and he finds out about it, well--that person is going to have to find another dealer.
But that is neither here nor there, we are just addicted to introspection around these parts. "You think Dylan needs the help?" It's ...rhetorical, and uttered around one of his friendly, arid chuckles; Caleb probably listens to Bob Dylan as often as Vincent smokes pot. "I'm kidding."
Yes, Caleb, thank you. "Besides, 'shrooms are too hard to grow, it'd be like setting a bale of cash on fire."