Steve Loves Heroin

My dad has undertaken the task of growing poppy flowers in his garden this year. I'm not sure why he did it, I think he found a packet of seeds in the junk drawer and decided to plant them. They look like any flower really, just a small red flower on a long green stem.

I was smoking my cigarette the other day, and Steve was doing some yardwork. "Hey Dayve, you should try some of those poppy seeds, they make heroin out of those you know, you can get high. Just take some of the seeds out of the pods and smoke them."
"I don't think that's how it works Dad."
"You can take those cigarette papers you use to roll your heaters with and put the seeds in there."
"Again, I don't think that's how it works."

He then goes over to the plants and cuts a seed pod off the stem and hands it to me. "There's a world of magic and fun in all those little seeds."

So, not only does my dad encourage me to use drugs now, he wants me to start with one of the worst ones man has made. And for some reason, his nostalgia on the seed pod makes me think he wishes he could have been a junkie at some point. Mind you my dad is an ex-high school teacher, who would tell us stories about all the pot smokers he would bust in the woods behind his school. I know he was joking with me, but the only thing I could think of is the scene in Half Baked where Chapelle is talking about how parents look to find ways to bond with their kids, and all they needed to do was maybe spark a joint every now and then. Perhaps I should get out a needle and a spoon for some quality time with Dad, fuck throwing a ball back and forth.

[UPDATE]
When confronted the next day by my mother, who thought my father's suggestion was more than a lapse in judgement, my dad said "I just thought Dayve should be more fun, that's all."