I smoked weed with my son. We're closer now.

[Zorro]

My son had recently graduated from high school when I knocked on his bedroom door three summers ago, holding a disposable vape pen filled with cannabis oil — a 21st-century joint. “I know what we can do tonight,” I said slyly, revealing the slender, black cylinder. His father was on a business trip, his two sisters at camp in Connecticut.

“Where’d you get that?” he asked eagerly, without a trace of the wariness or disdain that my overtures usually elicited.

I told him about my first excursion to a legal weed store, during a weekend girls’ trip to Seattle — my family now lives in Middlebury, Vt. — with the four women whose support and dark humor helped me survive his childhood. I described the tall glass canisters piled with plump buds, the refrigerated case of chocolate edibles, the sales clerk so stoned he couldn’t articulate which variety would help me sleep and which would make me laugh.

My son became animated and talkative, something I wasn’t used to. We’d been trapped in an ugly cycle of conflict and withdrawal since he was in middle school, our exchanges often either monosyllabic or explosive. Yet there he was, expounding on cannabis strains (sativa energizes you, indica relaxes), the effects of smoking vs. edibles (smoking works faster, the effects of edibles last longer) and how to grow your own. He knew a lot about weed. He’d been smoking since the eighth grade, and it had been the source of many family fights. But not that night.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/outlook/smoking-weed-with-my-son-to-heal-an-ailing-relationship/2019/03/01/a6ebbeea-3b89-11e9-b786-d6abcbcd212a_story.html

[mbusby]

1. I had an edible with my son...

...we were both flying low over desert canyons.

[beveeheart]

2. My grandson took me to my 1st dispensary for edibles for me.

[Clash City Rocker]

3. I heard a DJ once describe a friend who smoke weed with his dad in the sixties

Apparently it was a common goal of his friends at the time. Once they were high, he asked his dad, “so, how does it feel?” His dad said, “about how I remember.” He was shocked...he thought his generation invented smoking pot. But then, at that age, most of us think everything we we do and learn is completely original.