So, I was out visiting the 'rents and I went shopping to a hemp store with my dad.
I was looking at some hand-bags and whatnot and dad was sort of loitering around me. I told him to cut it out because he was hovering. He asked what he should do instead and I told him to go look at the bongs. The funniest thing is, HE DID IT.
Then, I was looking at belly button rings, and I picked one out that I liked, and dad checked it out and agreed, so he BOUGHT IT FOR ME.
Neither of these things would be particularly impressive if my dad were a liberal free thinking kind of guy - the thing is, he’s a retired, crusty old army colonel!
Wacky.
Last summer my parents were having some trouble and my dad and I sat down for a long man-to-man type talk. He knew I had had a drinking problem, but I had kept the drugs pretty well hidden from him, since he let me know in no uncertain terms as I grew up that if he ever caught me doing drugs I was dead.
So we’re having the man-to-man talk and he brings up how I quit drinking and asked me if I had ever done drugs. I decide to be honest about the whole thing and ease him into it, so I confess to smoking pot on numerous occasions. My dad responded:
“No, I meant have you done any real drugs. Everybody tries pot. I’d have been surprised if you hadn’t tried it.”
It made it much easier to talk about the other things after that.