[JediScum]

My favorite joint is the one Dad smoked with me on the last day of 8th grade as we were driving to Missouri.
In hindsight, I feel it was a powerful father/son bonding experience, and in no way contributed to me now dumpster diving for food and torn women's clothing to wear while I hang out with the freaks, junkies, meth heads, diabolists, crack whores, hobos, pedophiles, murderers, rapists, teenage hookers, bulimic strippers, jittery drunks, one-eyed gay truckers, homeless orphans and carny folk down at the Greyhound bus station, hooting and hollering to beat all hell as we reminesce about "The Good Ol' Days".