Growing up, I always knew my grandpa was kind of a crazy guy. He was an alcoholic, which everybody in the family despised. As he got older, he kinda chilled out though, and when he was sober, I would hear bits and pieces about him running drugs back in the day and shit.
Anyway, I get to the age of 15 and started shmoking. My friend and I decided to get stoney and go trick or treating. Knowing the stories, I thought it'd be a great idea to go to my grandpa's since he lived like two minutes from our house. His wife lets us in, and my grandpa is staring at the microwave, and was startled to see us. House smells funky. He bullshits with us, loads up our pillowcases, and as we're leaving, he pulled a fat joint out of the microwave, saying something like if you were older..and I thought to myself, damn, that'd be fucking baller to smoke with your grandpa!
Months pass, and now it's summer. My grandpa has a pool. My family would go hang out with him once a month, and every time we'd go over, he'd say something about if I ever wanted to come swim, just come on by! And being a grandkid, I never knew the appropriate time to "swing by" my grandparents house. Until the day every public pool around was PACKED, like no chairs anywhere. And it was a perfect fucking day that had to be spent at a pool. I think to myself, where the fuck could we go swimming...MY FUCKING GRANDPA"S HOUSE.
I round up a few friends, and we drive over. Knock, no answer. Perfect, grandpa's at work, we'll chill for a while, then head out. So we hop his big ass fence, and it's like the gods are singing. Perfectly landscaped back yard, and a gorgeous, empty in-ground pool. We swim for a minute, then decide to light up. Sit at his patio table and start loading a bowl. Then I hear a door, look up, and there's my grandpa, on the phone, staring outside. Well, shit. He's calling my parents. We're in trouble.
He says, "Morich27? Is that you?!" And I'm like yeah, what's up! you said to come over whenever :), trying to be the cheesy granddaughter and hid our shit, just in case. He yells back, "When I saw 234 teenage girls in my pool, I thought I was dreaming!! Hold on, I'll be right out!!"
My friends and I ended up shmoking him out, he told us a bunch of awesome stories I can't recall, then he went and took a nap while my friends and I hung out. It's probably my favorite memory of him. Grandparents can be fucking awesome.