My old man raised me, and he raised me on music.
We had a TV but rarely used it, because after work, and when relaxing on weekends, he preferred to listen to his vinyl record albums. He had been collecting them since he was a teenager, and loved to spend hours listening to them. I liked some of them, disliked others, but I am glad I got exposed to such a wide variety of music over the years. One band that he loved, and I never understood, was Pink Floyd. Then in college I discovered marijuana, and suddenly they were my favorite band. That year when I went home 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 great 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 most people don’t smoke marijuana with their parents, but for me it’s the best.