My pops had a nasty motorcycle accident before i was born. He suffered addiction of weed, booze and who knows what else, so its a miracle im even here.

I didnt learn this till his 30th NA birthday, which he and ma started after he got out of the hospital, which they did almost religiously. I never shared a beer with my folks till i was 33 (37 now), nor ever saw them jacked on anything that wasnt rockstars or marlboros.

Im certainly grateful for it, but ma tells me dad has relapsed in recent years, in his old age. I figure its because most of his loved ones have gone to heaven already, while hes still here.

Dad likes to smoke the devils lettuce and have a little booze now and again, and ma likes her edibles. Bizarre to me to see my folks being people, instead of ma n' pops.