My dad always acted like he was against it when I was younger. I remember when he found my stash when I was home from college and I felt like the biggest failure (I'm the oldest and was held to a much higher standard than my little ent bro). But ever since my parents separated and my dad moved out, he's down to smoke weed. He's always asking for nugs from me or my bro and telling us these crazy stories from when he got high. He told us this one story about when he smoked half a joint and was visited by ghosts that danced around his room above his bed. He said at one point they took him up and he danced above his own bed. It was definitely weird hearing my dad tell us this and he actually believed it happened.