I remember when our dad caught myself and others smoking pot in our room, however I was actually only 14 at the time, and dumb enough to assume I could smoke a joint in our kitchen and that no 1 would notice.
- I used some Febreeze after every toke, and exhaled the smoke out the window, and thought I was a genius.
I was only halfway through the joint when our dad kicked open the door and snatched the weed out of our hand, then he scolded myself and others not for smoking weed, but for doing it in the house. It turns out dad was cool with cannabis, he just had an apartment full of guys so he didn’t need the smell, or any possible legal hassles; Since he was holding the joint, he just started hitting it, and then I was forced to watch our dad smoke the rest of our marijuana. I assume that was our punishment, but I surely did learn our lesson about trying to smoke cannabis at home, then after that it never came up again, until I turned 18 and our dad presented himself and others with a tote of cannabis. He said it was locally grown by 1 of his friends, and much better than the ditch weed cannabis he had caught myself and others with years ago, but now that I was old enough, Dad was super cool and open about being a frequent cannabis user. He had never wanted me and my other siblings to start using cannabis because we had seen him do it, but now that I was an adult he was looking forward to getting high with me.