I don't know why, but this keeps coming up in conversations, so I have to talk about my one of my Marageewanna experiences... Funny Story.
My house used to be the house all the neighborhood kids loved to hang at. My dad, Mr. Joe, was the cool dad, my dad smoked weed and all my friends knew it. One night, hangin out back with my friends chillin' after tokin up ...Mr. Joe jumps out from the house... "Whaaaat are ya'll doin back here?" Scared the BeeGeezies outta us. "nuthin' Mr. Joe", Mr Joe replies..."I'm just f'in with yaaa...hmmmm...**sniff sniff**" my dad has the biggest nose ever...he starts walking around wafting the air ..."are ya'll smokin back here... "Oh no Mr. Joe".. Mr. Joe heads over to my bud Mike..."Mike?" .."Yes sir.." "Let me see your hands Mike" .. "Oh okay I ain't got nuthin Mr. Joe" With that my dad grabs Mikes hands and begins to smell them with that big honker of his. "Hand it over, " he says.. " aww Mr. Joe..." "NOW!!!" Mike hands over our beautiful bag of canibus..the biggest bag we had ever bought... he starts to storm back into the house, but before he leaves..he turns to say "Next time... Ya'll Muther F***er's will learn how to share!" And with that the slamming of the door!
Okay...so you would think that was the end...no way. Mr. Joe had a habit of going for 8 o'clock walks at night. This was a new thing of his and I knew daddy wasn't trying to get his exersize. So I tell Mike "Mike, go follow him". Around 9 Mike comes back... eyes wide and bright with a smile from ear to ear. He was giggling so much that he could hardly talk. "Ellie, he's going to that house being remodeled.." my reply "and...what the f*** Mike..." .."Oh Ellie...your dad planted all dis weed man.. dude the back yard has plants 5 feet tall.. ha ha haha" With that I became evil "Mike...go cut them down"... Stunned he looks at me with fear, no longer smiling..."But that's Mr. Joe's weed.. I can't do that...you don't f*** with Mr. Joe's stash" my reply "Well then Mike.. maybe next time the Mother F***er will learn how to share"
Man that was a beautuful summer... maybe not for Mr. Joe, but for me and my friends.. shit what am I talkin bout.. I can't remember.. but I have pics to prove I was there!
Now while I don't smoke pot now...I do have some stories of "back in the day" I wonder if I will be totally honest when my son comes to be about drugs. Do you tell them the truth or sugar coat it, or completely deny it?
I wanna hear some stories folks... doesn't have to be about MaryJane..but any "old school" tales.
100 BE's for the best!