It was 1972. I was 21 and just out of the Army. My father discovered my pipe and my weed and reminded me that it was his home and I was no longer a welcome guest. It was the best thing that ever happened to both of us.
It was 1972. I was 21 and just out of the Army. My father discovered my pipe and my weed and reminded me that it was his home and I was no longer a welcome guest. It was the best thing that ever happened to both of us.
It was 1972. I was 21 and just out of the Army. My father discovered my pipe and my weed and reminded me that it was his home and I was no longer a welcome guest. It was the best thing that ever happened to both of us.