I always knew my dad smoked but I personally did not smoke at all up until about 9 years ago. Long story but I grew up in a country were bud was basically looked upon as the devil itself. Anyways, I started smoking and immediately fell in love with the dank nugs
I knew my dad and his wife weren't able to get any good stuff and were paying outrageous prices for schwag (There is like an old person tax on nugs around here and it's really sad.)
So I told my dad that I can get him good nugs whenever he wants. I started getting him about a oz every week.
But it wasn't until two years later that we actually smoked together for the first time. A girlfriend of the time had just left me and I had rolled up a half oz in two blunts and went to sit out back. My dad came home and came outside to see what was going on. I told him about my mishaps and he sat down, told me to pass that mega "cigar" as he called it and we had a long talk about life. Since then we smoke every time we get together. Which is usually a couple of times a week. I grow for my parents now, not really to save money just quality control sort of speak. There are not a lot of clones available to us where we live except for the occasional drive up to Colorado to see my friend Jesse, so two months ago me and dad flew to Amsterdam and spent 3 days covering every coffee shop within 2hr of AMS and sampling any strain we might be interested in and bringing the genetics back to the u.s. TBH, this was my fifth trip to amsterdam I think and this time around was the SHITTIEST quality buds out of all my visits. We spent over 4000 euros in 3 days and honestly it was a bit of a waste. We only left with 2 new strains to the collection as 99% of what we smoked wasn't that good. Big props to the Grey Area and the L.A Con they had at the time. We went back there everyday and stocked up so that whenever we tried something new and didn't like it we would immediately light up a L.A Con joint right after
We only slept one out of the three nights because we had to eat some mushrooms while in AMS. Now that was a fun experience with my dad... The trip might have been a bit of a failure (goal wise) but we came back with 2 new strains, about 30 flavors of hash and a lot of good memories!
Ever since I started smoking with my dad it has brought us a lot closer to each other and it has helped me understand more about him.
That was a rant, I'm sorry. I just smoked and never told the story before so guess I got into it
If anyone read all that then much respect lol