Reverse Psychology

I figure my generation was the first to transition from "shhh, we don't want my parents to hear" to "shhh, we don't want the kids to hear." When I got my first apartment in New York City my mother gave me a potted rubber plant as a house gift. Shortly thereafter I bought my first and only bag of marijuana, and as usual it contained some seeds. Just for fun I planted some of the seeds along with the plant. The next day my mother called to see how I was (as she often did), and she asked how the plant was faring. In one of those impulsive moments when you simultaneously want to shock your parents and declare independence, I told her about the seeds. "They'll never grow," she said, without losing a beat, and then proceeded to give me instructions for growing marijuana. It was in that moment, I think, that I lost forever all interest in controlled substances.