Last night my dad came home at 2 am. As excpected. He had just come home from my uncles party, and i excpected him to be a little drunk. Boy was i fucking wrong. He came to the basement with a 1 gallon ziploc bag FULL OF WEED. He comes to the desk im sitting at drops 2 grams on it and says "yeah its homegrown by uncle stan, so its not all that great". Finally i have that bond with my dad, that i never had before. He has finaly admitted to smoking and has inclued me in the family tradition, man it was insane. Today im going to smoke, and later probably smoke with him for the first time. Man what a great moment.