Reminiscences. Share 'em if ya got 'em.

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2. Fascinating

When I was a high school senior, my mother found my stash, who in turn told my father in preparation for the inevitable ‘talk’ to come. It ended with an almost verbatim prequel to Mr. Hand’s diatribe in Fast Times at Ridgemont High: ‘and stop smoking that dope!’ In between, however, he admitted to having smoked hemp on a production farm during WW II, saying ‘we knew it was a narcotic’, as I thought ‘hypocritical much?’