I remember sitting in the Arizona desert, high on percocet and whiskey, smoking Marlboro No.27s on my grandparents' porch. I would take care of them for 18 hours a day and then unwind with the booze and pills at night. There was a monitor that I would take outside with me in case I needed to get one up for the bathroom but 99 times out of 100 they would sleep through the night. It would routinely swing from 25-30C at night to 40C+ in the daytime.
Those spring and summer nights (years before I had a smartphone) were some of my least troublesome when it came to substance abuse, and definitely the most important in terms of personal development. Part of me yearns for a chance to take care of them again with the knowledge I have now, but I am grateful for the year that I was able to spend with them regardless.