
With my mates we were making bongs by cutting pieces off my father's hose. We did that for a long time and then one day, my parents asked for a discussion. I was so scared, I was thinking: "That's it, the party is over." and then... My father started by releasing a brand new bong and told me:
I've been wondering for weeks why the hose was getting smaller everyday. If you wanna get high, at least use some good gear and stop cutting my hose!I was stunned! But the most surprising thing was my mother's reaction:
Oh dear, I've waited for so long to see one of my children become a stoner! You know, there's a story I've never told you. In my youth, I was a hippy, and once, I met Bob Marley's dealer and we hooked up. I travelled with Bob Marley's band for a few weeks in a van. One day, everyone was completely fucked up, only Bob Marley and I were up. So we took LSD and we went shopping in town. And there, he bought me a bag.And my mother showed me the bag. She gave it to me saying:
It's yours now.Oh, do you realise what it represents?!

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