{a journal entry from 2004}
the holidays were okay.
oddly, my mother and i got along very well. she picked me up at the airport in sac on xmas day, we got in the car and chatted/laughed it up for about an hour and a half. That's when we realizied we'd gone the wrong way from the airport and were about an hour out of where we were supose to be!! We stopped @ a gas station--i offered to drive the right way home....and she says:
"oh, good! if you drive, I can smoke a joint"
"you didn't already??!"
"no, i knew you'ld give me shit if i was high and got us lost.....see--i got us lost anyway! i'm just as confused high or not--so i may as well be high!"
as much as i didn't want to, i had to agree.
we laughed about that and her following stoner moments, her telling me to slow down cuz she was smokin, and me giving her more shit about if we got pulled over...and trying to explain to the cop that it was my mom who was reeking up the car....
