Smoking marijuana with my dad

My old man raised me, and he raised myself and others on music.

All of us had a cable but rarely used it, because after work, and when unbelievable on weekends, he number one to listen to his vinyl record albums, however he had been collecting them since he was a teenager, and enjoyed to spend hours listening to them.

I liked some of them, disliked others, although I am glad I got exposed to such a wide variety of music over the years, but one band that he enjoyed, and I never understood, was Pink Floyd. Then in university I discovered marijuana, and abruptly they were my number one band. That year when I went beach house for Christmas I gave my dad two gifts, an old Pink Floyd album he didn’t own, and a fat sack of high end cannabis. That was a good holiday, as we smoked marijuana together and spent a lot of time listening to classic music. I hope this can become an annual tradition for my dad and I, but even if there weren’t marijuana involved I know it would be an awesome time. There is just something special about dim light, chill music, and a fat bowl of marijuana that seems to never get empty. I thought I was a hardcore smoker, but my dad has been using marijuana for decades, and his tolerance is through the roof! Even with the high THC marijuana I get from the dispensary, he can just keep crushing bowls long after I have tapped out. I know all the people don’t smoke marijuana with their parents, but for myself and others it’s the best.

 

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