Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
They make me nuts, but there’s no better feeling than having my whole family under one roof. Kat’s in her element because she has more than enough people at her beck and call.
It’s the only time the pothead acts like he has any damn sense these days. For all his bullshit he’s a grandpa down to his toenails. Of course by the time he and his wife leaves I’m gonna have to undo half the shit they did.
The four grandparents, well five including Cy, thinks it’s their mission to outdo one another in spoiling my kids. My sisters and their ilk will be
here later for dinner just to round shit up.
I’ll be praying for Monday morning to come so I could escape to my shop and bury myself in work. It’s the only peace I get these days since Kat and her horde took over my damn house.
“I can smell you coming. What do you want dad?” I picked up my head and watched him, Cy and Drake my father in law make their way down the steps into the garage.
Drake is the sanest out the bunch so I looked at his face to get a bead on whatever fuckery the other two were up to.
“I’ma need you and the boys to come out to my place and help me put this new greenhouse together.” Squirrely fuck. Two guesses what that shit is for.
The only time I ever saw him hopped up like this in the past is when he was talking medicine. I guess you can say the shit he’s into now is a different kind of medicine.
“Dad, you don’t need a greenhouse for recreational weed. Why can’t you just buy your shit from your guy like you always do?” Elena’s gonna have a fit if
I help him with this shit.
“Well I was thinking, now that I have all this free time on my hands I can experiment.”
“How the fuck do you experiment with pot?” He went into some shit that I didn’t understand about strains and what the fuck.
“Never mind, sorry I asked.” I find it ironic that as the son, I’m the one lecturing him on drug use, this shit is all kinds a twisted.
“Does Elena know?”
“Already taken care of.” From his twirling brows shit I didn’t even wanna know how he pulled that one off. Nasty!
Drake wasn’t saying shit, but from all the sighing and huffing I got the idea he wasn’t too pleased. As the sheriff I’m pretty sure the pothead’s weed consumption was a bone of contention, but what’s he gonna do? The shit’s legal.
“Daniel, you got grandkids.” Here we go, same argument with these two. Cy was minding his own but I already know whose side he’s on. Kat swears he’s innocent as a lamb, but what does she know? She still thinks Mengele’s gonna turn out okay.
“So? You’re acting like I’m gonna light up and pass it around. When they’re older if they wanna have a smoke with their grandpa then we’ll talk. Besides it’s a good learning experience. Catalina and I are gonna work on coming up with a cure for some things.”
I almost dropped the damn bike on my foot. He totally ignored my glare as I eyed the pipe he pulled from his pocket. “Daniel, what the fuck!”
“Chill son, it’s just a plant, besides she won’t be smoking it, that’s my job, she’s just going to be doing research.” He tapped some shit out of the pipe and refilled it.
“Dad. My kid is five years old what the hell are you talking about?” Is this what the hell Kat and her mother in law wants? When did I fall down the rabbit hole?
“Don’t smoke that in here.” He grinned and headed for the exit with Cy hot on his heels. I did not save that old man off the side of the street so Daniel could smoke out his damn lungs.
“Can’t you do something about those two?” Drake shrugged his shoulders and looked off in the
direction they’d gone. “What do you want me to do? The law says it’s legal.”
“Drag Daniel’s ass in for being a menace or some shit. There has got to be a law on the books somewhere that you can find to deal with his ass. He’s gonna teach your granddaughter how to grow weed.”
“Now Colt, that’s not what he said.” Now see, that’s why I stay out of shit. He can’t make up his damn mind whose side he’s on. Just like his clueless ass daughter.
The three of them disappeared and I was left in peace once again. That shit didn’t last because there’s always someone coming and going around here.
My sons are always into some shit but at least with them I know my house will still be standing. Their latest shit is making idiot videos which they thought they were going to post online until I threatened their lives.