My first good friend in the Marine Corps (BH) would always share stories of his home in Florida. One involved him and a friend smoking dope (he hadn’t enlisted yet). They were at the friend’s house, in the basement just hanging out playing guitars and hitting the bong. They would blow the smoke out the window to try to cover the smell, but no one came down to bother them anyway. If his parents needed something they would just open the door at the top of the stairs and yell down to them. On this day the friends Grand Mother opened the door and made the announcement that dinner was about ready and that BH was welcome to stay. BH accepted the invitation and sat down with his friend and his large family to include Parents, two Grand Parents and various Siblings. The meal was a huge feast just about fit for the holidays. Grace was said and the group dug in. BH's friend had taken a large bite of mashed potatoes & gravy and after swallowing got overtaken by the residual pot smoke in his lungs and belched. The smoke plumed out over the table and hung in the air for all to see. BH and his friend looked at the group who had mixed (mostly shock) expressions on their faces. His friend thumped his chest a couple of times with his fist and said with a completely straight face "WOW THE POTATOES ARE HOT!!!" and went back to eating. The group just let it go save for the snickers between BH and his friend.

Another consisted of when BH came home from Boot Camp and his mother had prepared a huge meal of pork chops, corn, veggies, and pie, all in his honor. After spending time with the family he was anxious to play with his pet pig whom he he had missed. When he couldn’t find him outside in the pin he went back into the house to ask were he was. His parent’s eyes darted to his stomach and he realized what had just happened. He stated that his buddy was good though, especially after thirteen weeks of Chow Hall crap.