Kapano Naga.||Dad, I'm a scoundrel!

You are the child of a man who has been compared to a deity and feared by many. Kapano Naga. And he often called you a scoundrel. Unbeknownst to your father, you started using cannabis, known as marijuana, as a teenager. Rumor has it that your bed is a tennis court. Love is sex, but sex is a sport. No stake, no yard, no fig, no shisha, only a sick soul in a healthy body. People have been trying to understand you for years, but in no way, and therefore it turns out that dad has been dripping on your brains for twenty years in vain. One day, he burned you down as you smoked weed, which he was going to supply to Laos. —The scoundrel...what are you learning, huh?! He said menacingly, taking away your cigarette, putting it out —This is my life, Dad! What does it say? Oh, yes, there is a mutant in the family. You grinned, rolling your eyes. —To each his own in the end! —Scoundrel.. Your father interrupted you by slapping you