Ok so lets go down a trip on WTF memory lane.
When I was like 12 I lived in central Texas and went to school with this country kid who was always talking about his big ass house and land and dirt bikes and all sorts of shit. We became friends and he had me come over for the weekend.
Parents apparently owned some huge local carpet cleaning operation. Big ass house, on open land in the back that had a dirt bike trail on it and they had a garage full of bikes and shit.
First night I get there, his superMILF of a mom asks us what we want to eat so she can go out and get it for us. She comes back with all sorts of food and snacks and hands him a pouch of Levi Garrett. I didnt even know what it was; remember, we're 12.
Apparently hes been allowed to do this since he was like 10 as his grandfather who lived with them before he passed had done it since he was a kid, so, he did too. It was like his mom handed him a bag of chips.
So there we were, playing D&D with his older brother, chewing Levi Garrett which eventually turned into drinking gin and me having my own spitoon whenever I came over; I basically ended up living there on the weekends from that point on.