One of my favorite stories to tell, is always the story of Thanksgiving a few years back. If memory serves correctly, it was in 2009. Most holidays, my family gathers with my dad's side of the family (long story for another time, on why that is). So we're at my grandfather's house (who passed in Feb of 2011) and dinner was over. Not all of the family was there, but the majority was present. After the massive meal, a few of us older guys decide to go outside and talk. At this point, note, I was the youngest present, being 16. My mom was kind of paranoid about this, since there was a small rumor in the family that smoking pot was getting popular in some of the older cousins.
So we get out on the front porch and have a pretty damn long conversation about usual stuff. Catching up, talking about each others' love lives (or lack of one... :P ). after about an hour and a half, my cousin Bob says he's going to go get something from his car. As soon as he gets off the porch, my cousin Patrick also speaks up, saying he'll go with. This leaves just me, and my cousin Chris. As soon as Bob and Pat are gone, Chris turns to me and says "Eric, just so we're clear... that was a drug deal, right?" We laugh about it for a bit, and then I agree with him that it probably was. we go back inside and sit down to watch some TV. After about 20 minutes more, Bob and Pat come back in as well... eyes REALLY bloodshot. They were stoned. Chris and I just laughed, cuz we were right in our suspicions. The rest of the night before and after all this was completely un-noteworthy.
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