was having my 4^th cigarette of the night on the patio when I overheard the neighbors. Divided only by a holey fence and dusty ivy, I hear every word of their conversation. The conversation is between the father and his teenage son as they sit in the living room smoking bowls. I’ve been peeping through the fence for the last 2 years and have gathered the following information: the Father is between 35 and 45 years old. He smokes out of a bong at 9:30 in the morning, as his coughing wakes me up on a daily basis. He’s taller than your average Mexican but is as squishy as the rest. He hunches a bit and wears sports jerseys and basketball shorts. He’s got several children, one being his15-year-old son that he’s talking to. His son skips school a lot. During my morning cigarette, I frequently hear him come through the gate with some girlfriends and smoke pot on the patio. He hates school. On to their conversation. [click to continue…]