Well about 4 months ago i came home absoulutly tanked from this frat party. I was putting away my shit in my stash, and my dad walked in, i think i was too fucked to even care. The next day i looked in my stash, and saw that my dad replaced my lighter with an empty one. Knowing my dad i thought this was just a move on his part to proove hes not stupid, i mean he didnt take it or say anything to me about it, so i doubted he cared. Ive also caught him smoking, and ive found roachs of his a few times, so i thought he would be kinda cool with it. Last night it was my moms 40th aniversary, and my dads old karate trainer D was there. After a little bit my dad was tanked, so he comes up to me and says, wheres you dope? Wow.. that caught me off gaurd, at first i kind of stuttered and didnt know what to say. My dad then told me to go roll up a j and come out to the garage. My friend K who was at this party with me came, it was me, K, my dad, D, and my 14 year old brother in the garage, im 16 by the way. We lit up the joint, and everyone smoked it but my brother. Now here is where the deep shit started. My dad started telling me how he used to be addicted to heroin, and coke, and some other really deep crazy shit. Now i mean im not stupid, i could have assumed all this shit was true before, actually no.. i knew it was true before, but hearing it straight from my dad made the reality really sink it. He then talked about his relationship with my mom, and his outlook on life in general, he told me a couple years ago he just didnt give a fuck about life anymore, but now he says hes on the right track, so that was good to hear i guess. After this talk me and K took a walk, and we had a pretty good talk about what just happened, and life in general. I definetely took alot out of this little event, but its still wierd.