Ha! I actually WAS smoking weed, from grade 7. My dad’s weed, to be exact. And my parents NEVER accused me of it. Because to do that they’d have had to admit my dad kept weed (an insane quantity) under his bed.

Don’t ask, don’t tell. It’s on the family crest.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.