Gag me with a stick brother. That was about the time I convinced my Mom to smoke with me. She was hooked on "Mothers little helper" and I showed her the addiction she had. I was 16 she was about 53.

It was a turning point for her. Remember to not get her too rocked or it may backfire. My mother was always afraid of my weed and preferred ditch weed for the lighter head. She would cringe with fear seeing a fat red Thai stick.