My parents have been divorced since I was 5, and I always fly back and forth between the Coasts of America (he lives out west, im east). So one year, it was actually the day he took me skydiving for my 21st birthday, he found out I smoked, and said "Allright, I guess Im going to have to smoke up another one of my sons". This was totally unprecedented, becuase not only had I never smoked w/ my dad up till that point, but I didn't even know he SMOKED.

So he said he'd pick up a little (lol an 8th) and one day after he was done w/ work, he and I went out to the shed and took a few puffs off his bowl. Like your dad, he was done before me. But it was the weirdest fuckin thing ever, cuz like, usually I hav to creep around smoking weed, you know, hide out in the shed or whatever... But never had to do it with my dad!

We watched Roseanne afterwards and had a good laugh. A few weeks later when Im back home, I get a voicemail from him sayin "I was just sittin here watchin Roseanne, and I thought aboutcha" blah blah etc. I know he was stoned, remembered we had watched it, and called me up haha

Dads can be awesome.