I found the pothead in the basement in a haze of smoke. All I could do was shake my head, because there was really no point in saying, or doing anything. "Your wife's looking for you."
"Oh hey Colt, I was just taking a little breather, you know how your mother gets around this time of year." He rolled his eyes and put out the little end of nothing he had in his hand.
"Yeah, what I'm trying to figure out is why she's doing that s**t here instead of at your house."
"Son, get real. You kids are all grown and gone, there's no one there in that big old house but your mother and I. She needs more than that for her holiday fix; besides, do you think I'm stupid? I know she'd run my ass into the ground with her s**t, all it takes is a little bug in her ear to get her on the right track and ther
