Eh. I failed at hiding it from my dad. There's been too many obvious coughing fits, too many late nights coming home smelling of smoke, a little cousin who knows (and is dumb enough to tell
everyone in the family that she uses and they "can't do anything about it since her dad's okay with it"), a couple instances of unexplained towels covering door-cracks and ash accidentally left unflushed in the toilet the morning after, and god knows how many times I've half-assed the covering up... plus, finally, my girlfriend leaving my little black box unclosed and the rank smell of resin permeating the entire house.
He called me out to talk about "what I'm doing with my life and my future." He mentioned drugs and added that I could talk to him about anything. So I should feel somewhat safe, right?... Well, I
do feel
safe, technically, but mega uncomfortable about it with him. I still hide it as best I can.

Worst part is, he might even smoke up with me sometime if I offered. We just don't have a really friendly relationship.
