I caught my younger brother smoking.
the look on his stoned face when i came home early from class and found him in his room spraying febreeze to cover up the obvious smell of nasty mids..he could not believe it was happening and was bracing himself for me to yell at him. what did i do? shut the door behind me, sat my bag down, and got out some of my Sour D and packed us up a bowl.
We haven't been this close in forever. I love you, Mary. I love you, Erik.
a true story.