I smoked weed for almost ten years. It helped me to escape from the torment inside my head. At first, it was something to do with friends. We would smoke late at night and stuff our faces with food and watch funny shows. I remember laughing so hard I nearly peed while we smoked in the creek behind our house.
Weed hasn't made me laugh like that in a long time.
One time when I was a kid, my dad walked into my sister's and my room while my mom was beating the $#%^ out of us. I thought it was over. He was finally there to see it. She was done for, or so I thought.
No, he was high. And his drunk, stoned ass stumbled out of the room and turned his back on us.