Up until hurricane katrina hit, my dad had never smoked with me, but after having to go thru all this bulls***, my dad finally desided 2 admit he smoked. i always knew after 17 years of living with him that he was a toker, and he knew i was too, but we never admited it to each other till we had 2 suffer from the wrath of katrina. Now I break my dad off with some bud every few days, n we always smoke together. I think its kool 2 see something postive happen because of something so negitave.