My parents get much better pot than I do

At that point I had never experienced the high end cannabis from the dispensary before, I was limited to whatever low quality ditch weed was available around the high school

The first time I got caught smoking pot I was 16. My dad took my joint away from me, and then right in front of all my friends he smoked the rest of it. I mean, he crushed half a joint in three monstrous tokes, and then tossed the roach. He told me that I was too young to smoke pot, and that when I was 18 he would hook me up. Until then, he better not catch me smoking weed. I did keep smoking it, of course, but he never caught me. The day after my 18th birthday, he came to my room with a little jar of cannabis from the dispensary. He told me that the stuff I had been smoking was crap, and this was high-end cannabis that would knock my socks off. At that point I had never experienced the high end cannabis from the dispensary before, I was limited to whatever low quality ditch weed was available around the high school. The difference was night and day, and although I had previously thought I enjoyed marijuana, this was a whole new world! Just a few tokes of this OG Kush from the dispensary and I was sitting down and not wanting to get back up! Dad sat with me, and puffed a lot more of my birthday cannabis than I did, but that was okay. It was cool that smoking marijuana was something fun that we could do together, an experience we could share, and after that it was something that we did regularly together.

 

My parents get much better pot than I do