"Mom, Roll That Shit"

In the year of 2008 I was able to have a greater relationship with my best friend, my mother. Everything was were i wanted it to be, for example i had my own apartment, a good job working in a law firm, and single. Being that everything was just "perfect" in life i decided to experiment more. That was the year i began to have a total disregard for responsibility, drink heavy and smoke marijuana.There would be little get together in my apartment beginning sometimes on Wednesdays all the way till Sunday mornings. I would take Sundays to relax maybe regain energy from the hangover. My house would be riddled with bottles of Hennessy, Vodka, Malibu and blunt wrappers, it looked like a fraternity house.

One day at work my mother decides to call me and tell me that she going to be at my apartment because she had mail going over there and she needed something that was important. Probably wondering, what's wrong with that? 
The problem with that is my mother had a spare key to my apartment just in case there was ever an emergency. With all the paraphernalia that was laying around having her randomly go over wasn't the greatest of ideas. I was thinking of a way of diverting her to go over, at least for that moment. Maybe if i could get home first then her and clean up it wouldn't be as bad. But that is your apartment was does it matter what you do. You pay the bills.
Again you might be correct but no matter what you do in life you still hide certain things from your parents no matter how old you are, either out of fear or respect you have for them. I quickly came up with an excuse to my boss so that i could leave home early. To late.
She was already there sitting on the couch in my living room with a blunt wrap on the coffee table.
"Mami." i said.

Four Twenty

Society calls it National Earth Appreciation Day, us stoners call it...

We just call it a reason to get high. Am I wrong?