My old woman raised me, plus she raised myself and others on music.
The two of us had a TV but rarely used it, because after work, plus when good on weekends, she preferred to listen to her vinyl record albums.
She had been collecting them since she was a teenager, plus loved 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; One band that she loved, plus I never understood, was Pink Floyd. Then in school I discovered marijuana, plus abruptly they were my favorite band. That year when I went lake home for Christmas I offered my dad 2 gifts, an old Pink Floyd album she didn’t own, plus a fat sack of high end cannabis. That was a good holiday, as the two of us smoked marijuana together plus spent a lot of time listening to classic music. I hope this can become an annual tradition for my dad plus 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, plus 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, plus her tolerance is through the roof! Even with the high THC marijuana I get from the dispensary, she can just keep crushing bowls long after I have tapped out. I know everyone don’t smoke marijuana with their parents, but for myself and others it’s the best.