March 10, 2002
Brad wasn’t sure if he wanted to get stoned with his dad. The grass looked good. Very green, very potent, he didn’t doubt. Brad’s paranoia wasn’t so fierce when the weed was quality. Brad’s dad had the sort of connections that only a well connected stoner would have. Brad was in a position in his life where he wouldn’t have to hang with his dad at all (for the next few months at least) if sharing a puff with the old man somehow caused their relationship (such as it barely was these days) to go awry. It just seemed STRANGE.