We don’t want to talk about the drugs

My dad’s eyes got squinty and he had a poor look on his face.

I’m surprised that my dad is such a prude in his old age, because he grew up in the 60s and 70s. When my dad was a young guy, I know he listened to rock and roll tunes and he partied with his friends, however he also deeply protested the war and he went to political rallies. My dad was honestly outspoken for many years about his beliefs then and now. Surprisingly, my dad does not guess that marijuana seriously should be legalized for recreational use. The two of us live in a state where marijuana is already legal for recreational use and my dad has a ton of issues with that law for some reason. I care about being able to use recreational pot. Until last weekend, my dad did not realize that I used marijuana at all. I guess how he feels about it, so marijuana seriously never comes up in our conversation. My dad showed up at my house last weekend without warning and I was hanging out with a couple of my friends. I opened the heavy front door expecting to see my bestie and not my dad. I had a joint in my left hand and my entire house was filled with marijuana smoke. My dad’s eyes got squinty and he had a poor look on his face. I truthfully did not guess what to say to my dad. I just stood there with a dumb look on my face. I hope this will not ruin our whole relationship. I guess my dad has strong feelings about smoking pot, but I also want to live my own life and follow my own rules.

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