cheechako
Well-Known Member
I entered community college in 1979 and smoked for the first time. For the first half of the eighties, I went to school on and off, smoked on and off, and never got caught. Eventually I moved out. I did live with my dad again briefly but I didn't smoke at the time. He died in just over 10 years ago. So, perhaps he suspected but my parents never knew.
In 1980 or 81, I borrowed my dad's van to roadie my friends' band to NYC - they were playing at Folk City in the Village. He knew what I needed it for. The next day, all was good except for a pipe he found inside. "Not mine," I said. "Sorry. Just toss it." It really wasn't mine, but that excuse almost never works - yet was perfectly valid considering the night before.
When I was in college, 18 was the legal drinking age and even went to a partying school for a bit, so it was an easy alternative that my parent's knew about. When I moved me into a dorm with my dorm fridge, they actually bought me a case of beer to go with it. I don't do cases any more - that was a long, long time ago.
In 1980 or 81, I borrowed my dad's van to roadie my friends' band to NYC - they were playing at Folk City in the Village. He knew what I needed it for. The next day, all was good except for a pipe he found inside. "Not mine," I said. "Sorry. Just toss it." It really wasn't mine, but that excuse almost never works - yet was perfectly valid considering the night before.
When I was in college, 18 was the legal drinking age and even went to a partying school for a bit, so it was an easy alternative that my parent's knew about. When I moved me into a dorm with my dorm fridge, they actually bought me a case of beer to go with it. I don't do cases any more - that was a long, long time ago.