My dad's a policeman, so we had a li'l military upbringin' or whatever you wanna call it. But that policin' culture in our home made me the rebel I am right now. I usually have a problem with authority.
This officer of a dad[retired 1-star general] never caught me red-handed smokin' weed...ever!!
So it was a bit of a surprise when he caught me with a friend smokin' the shit, but only in my dreams. He won't catch me alive! Hehehe!
Here in this "busted" dream, I was with a former officemate named Dax. The guy smokes weed too. But we haven't really jammed. We just managed to smoke strawberry-flavored smokes, which looked like shredded meat, like around 2 years ago back in his house whle drinkin' liquor.
But this time, he was at my house. And we were smokin' the real deal, puffin' like dragons. Then my dad suddenly stormed in, as if it were a raid or somethin'. I just managed to smile back at him while still exhaling two pillars of smoke from my nostrils. What a happy ending!
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