I liked the post.

When I first passed one to my son he made one of the best faces in the word. We were driving to a fishing spot and, being the backwoods and such, it was just great seeing his eyes nearly pop out of his head. He swerved a little but we got into a session.

I had known he smoked for ages at this point and had to cover for him constantly, and unintentionally stealing about 4 glass pipes and a very, very nice glass bong because I had to say they were mine.

I'm more friends with my son now than ever, and I remember when my dad first toked with me. I think it's genetic.

It is a very connecting experience, and while I've had yet to let on to him that I first tripped acid with my dad and still do today, we are closer than ever.

Plan on showing him my some 20-30 hits of pane from a recent festival of sorts. See if he's interested, if he may have already done some, and if not maybe talk about it and other psychoactives.

Anyhow.

If I had more to say I would. I feel insignificant.

--mic
audiocide Reviewed by audiocide on . Doctor G, Smoking with your Parents I know some of you hate my long posts. Too bad, it's hard to tell these stories properly in less than a thousand words. This is about smoking with my parents and my children smoking with their mother ( my ex wife) and her new husband I think it's funny :rasta: Smoking with your Children / Parents I suppose itâ??s obvious that when I started smoking with my children it was a special occasion. On their eighteenth birthday we went camping in the Canyonlands National Park. I had saved Rating: 5