yeah, my dad.
i came home and saw him lying on the ground in the middle of a circle of towels and i found anote that said something along the lines of "clean up the mess before your mom and siter get home
ps, dont touch the gun"
i was real young, but i cleaned it up as best i could and i went and smoked some of his stash for the first time that day cause i was sad and he told me once that weed makes him happy. i knew how to work a carb because id seen him do it before, it didnt hit me right away but after about a half hour or so i was fried.
that was the day i started smoking weed.