My brother told me a story about a time when I was 20. Apparently him and my mom were at the kitchen table having breakfast before he went to school. He was a straight A high school wrestling champion. I was the opposite. Well as they were sitting there “good child and mom,” in stumbled my stoned ass. They sat and just silently watched as I made a bowl of cereal. When I finished making my bowl, I put the cereal in the fridge and the milk in the cupboard. I asked what was said when I walked out. He said nothing. They sat there in silence for a sec with disbelief and worry filling the air around them. I turned out fine I think…