Although I've never actually smoked with my dad, he has always known I've smoked.(I haven't try to hide it since I was 18) He busted me and beat my ass a million times growing up. Then 3 or 4 years ago, when he was dying of cancer, he approached my husband and asked if he could get a few joints, for his nausea and appetite. It certainly freaked me out a bit. My dad has flushed more weed than some DEA people!
After the initial shock wore off, I sat down and rolled my dad 4 joints. I had my husband give it to him, since I figured he was uncomfortable going through me. The best, proudest, joints I ever rolled!
He never mentioned it to me, but I saw the roaches in his ashtray in the garage( He was a life long cigar smoker!) I thought it was the greatest thing ever!
My mom- NEVER!!!! Shes always believed all the "Reefer Madness" bullshit! LOL!:silly: