<human>: Before I start going into the details, let me give you some background. My dad is a lawyer, and goes through a lot of shit every day, so when he gets home he enjoys getting blackout drunk. My mom (my parents got divorced many moons ago) always told my siblings and me that my dad smoked weed and we always though she was just bullshitting us because they hate each other. The irony of all of this is that my brother started smoking weed quite frequently late in high school and when my dad found out he almost sent my brother to some sort of drug rehab and gave him and my sister drug tests. Anyways, now onto what happened a mere ten minutes ago.
Earlier today my dad and I got into a horrible argument over my high school schedule that ended with us agreeing to go to the zoo on Sunday (It was a what the fuck moment). I walked downstairs to go watch Netflix, and a few hours later down he comes, blackout drunk as fuck, and we talk for a couple minutes before he goes off to consume copious amounts of alcohol and food. Last time I left him alone without checking on him he almost cracked his skull open, so I decided to go check on him after hearing the patio door open. I opened the door and saw him sitting there with a bowl and a lighter smoking weed. Here's the dialogue:

Me: Hey, watcha doing dad?

Dad: ...OW MY BACK HURTS! (Slams door open)

Now I'm sitting in the basement waiting for him to come down here and educate me on why I shouldn't do drugs and why he does.

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<bot>: Dad almost sends my brother to rehab for smoking weed and I walked out to the patio and found him smoking weed, and now I am awaiting a stern talking to about why drugs are bad.