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**Crusher** · 12-17-2010, 01:06 AM

Awww gettin caught with drugs.

I... dont even remember the first time I got caught with pot.
I think Id been smoking out the bathroom window. Id been cutting school to smoke weed in my own house... I dunno.
Anyway. So my mom came home early and was all "Whats that smell" my excuse was "You know, I smelled that too. I think its someone next door. What do you think it is?"

Immediately shes all "Its pot, Megan. And you look stoned"
So I admitted it (come on, I was 14) and my punishment?! First, Id like to say my mother is a school teacher.
Okay. My punishment was to write a 1500 word essay on the effects of smoking marijuana.

After that I got caught a few times... the most memorable was stealing a bit from my dad. I still remember that weed. It was really good. Ugh. He didnt catch me immediately, but on a 17 hour road trip he sprung it on me with a "You think I didnt know. But I knew."

Now me and Dad are smoking buddies.
Oh! Hahaha, most recent catch was a few years ago. Id just come to Chicago and was staying in a hotel with my mom while I waited for my apartment to be ready. Fuckin Hilton. I was seriously hung over from my last night in The Jers Party so I smoked a joint out the bathroom window while my mom was out getting liquor.
She comes back before Im done and knocks on the door "MEGAN! THE MAIDS ARE COMPLAINING OF A HUGE CLOUD OF SMOKE POURING OUT OF AN UPSTAIRS WINDOW. THEY SAY IT SMELLS LIKE MARIJUANA!"
I hid it out the window and walked out all innocent. "Really? Lets go see if we can find out whos got it!" I say.
Little bit later she comes out of the bathroom smoking the joint I hid out the window. I told her she was probably going to get AIDS from it and that a maid probably left it out there.
I have yet to admit to that one.
Mom and I smoke together now. I showed her the pipe I made out of my old flute. She was impressed.

Since then Ive learned that exhaling into a toilet paper roll packed with dryer sheets gets rid of the odor. Also, vaping.

**jdiggity** · 12-17-2010, 05:04 AM

I enjoyed all of your Hallmark card moments reminiscences.

**KillerTentacles** · 12-17-2010, 05:40 AM

Yes, that was great. And I love how it is a family affair. Way better than family game night of win lose or draw. More like smoke drink and munch.

**veninn** · 12-17-2010, 06:05 PM

when i was 16 my mom found an oz in my room and she found my amazing pipe. It was really pretty and it was just starting to turn a blueish color. So, one day, i come home from this job i had mentoring kids to find my pipe completely crushed on the counter in a million pieces. she made me pick every last peice up with my finger and thumb of my left hand. Then when i was done, and had all these nasty cuts and peices of glass stuck in my fingers, she gave me a needle, a pair of tweezers and candle. I had to go in thee basement and pull all of it out using only the candle light.
Good times. Good times.

**veninn** · 12-17-2010, 06:05 PM

when i was 16 my mom found an oz in my room and she found my amazing pipe. It was really pretty and it was just starting to turn a blueish color. So, one day, i come home from this job i had mentoring kids to find my pipe completely crushed on the counter in a million pieces. she made me pick every last peice up with my finger and thumb of my left hand. Then when i was done, and had all these nasty cuts and peices of glass stuck in my fingers, she gave me a needle, a pair of tweezers and candle. I had to go in thee basement and pull all of it out using only the candle light.
Good times. Good times.

**AbortionHoliday** · 12-17-2010, 09:51 PM

Your mother sounds like an amazing woman.

**Lacey** · 12-22-2010, 05:39 AM

I'm going to say I was 16 (maybe 15) - I got into drugs very young.

My friends, who just so happened to be all guys (I never got along well with girls) - decided to take some ecstasy. We headed to my friends mothers house. While in the backseat of a car driven by a 20 something year old without a license, or even a permit; my pills started to kick in. We stopped at a gas station for some cigarettes and juice, and my friend sitting in the front seat begins to panic.

"Everyone just shut up. Stop fucking talking there are people right there. Stop talking, turn the music down, they know, they know!" My friend in the backseat sitting next to tries to calm him down and he continues freaking us out. "Seriously just don't even move, they are going to see how big my pupils are and call the cops." I at the time did not know the 20 something year old didn't have a license, so I was worry free. Our friends returned to the car and we proceeded on our journey to the mothers house.
For some reason I can't remember, the guy dropped us off about 3 blocks away from the house. We had an Xbox, a ton of CD's, and clothes in a duffle bag. I somehow ended up carrying this bag of shit that wasn't even mine. I believe it took me about 20 seconds to walk 3 blocks with a 40lb bag because I was so nervous. Nervous of what? I have no idea. I was under the impression that I needed to get where I was going fast.
We get there and I am completely rolling. Eyeballs in the back of my head, lock jaw, and all about glow sticks and techno.
I'm having a fabulous time sitting in this dark basement, blaring music, and glow sticks when all of a sudden I get a phone call from my mom. I looked at the phone and thought I was going to die. I felt my heart beating out of my chest. I flew to the radio, turned it off and screamed at everyone to shut up.
I was pretty confident because my mom was pretty easy going, and usually let me stay where I wanted, and did whatever, as long as she knew where it was.
She wasn't so happy I guess because she insisted that I "get home now!" I begged for her to listen to me.
Me: Momuuuuh! Please can't I just stay the nighttuuuhhh
My Mother: No! Its a house full of boys, and you are not sleeping next to a bunch of guys!
Me: I won't even be sleeping in the same roomuh! (I had every intention of sleeping in the same room, we were friends, and nothing more)
My Mom: Lacey Ann, I said No! Now since you decided to fight with me, you can come home now!
At this point, I realize I am losing this battle and completely having my high ruined. I had to think fast. I signaled for my friend to run upstairs and grab his crackhead mother (yes, she was really a crack head)
She comes downstairs to where I am panicking and was explained to that we were all beyond fucked up and I couldn't go home.
She quickly got on the phone and got into "mommy mode"
She explained to my mother that she was there all night, and wouldn't let a girl sleep with her son in the same room.
My mother continued to say no. Somehow The crackhead convinced her to let me stay, and I immediately died of excitement.
I have never been so scared in my life.
We ended up getting meth based X, and everyone was yelling at each other to "shut the lights off!" "Turn the lights on!"
My friend ended up raving with knives over my head, and almost got his ass kicked by all the other guys because I was terrified. (I hate people with knives)
I actually really ended up sleeping in his little sisters room.
I was up most of the night. Laying awake in this unknown room, high on X listening to crackheads fist fight in the room next to mine. I was awakened around 7am to his little sister coming home to get ready for school. She had no idea wtf was going on. Poor girl. She was about 11.

**AntiTankDog** · 03-15-2011, 07:19 PM

Never got busted. My parents would have flipped the fuck out, so I was very cautious. My dad would have kicked my ass until I was almost dead, then they would have thrown me in rehab. And this would be for weed. I did have a conversation with my mom once, while I was tripping my balls off. Luckily it was outside, at night, pretty dark, so she couldn't see my saucer sized pupils.

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