I am spending my off time right now with my parents.
I am doing "Spring Cleaning" for my mother, 74 years of age.
I am weeding and raking for my father, 84 years of age.
I discovered my high school freshman diary the other day while cleaning for my mother. In it, I discovered it has been forty years, almost to the day, since my father busted me with a four finger lid *see below* of weed.
My dad was an undercover narcotics agent in those days. I, 14 years old and thinking I knew everything, left my stash in my closet during the day while I was in school. +see below+
I came home one day to discover my father's work car, a crown vic with a couple hats hiding a couple antenna in the back window, not an obvious cop car at first glance, parked. He was home. I went in the front door and walked down the hall to put my books and my purse down on my bed. My father called my named and said "Get in here." He was in bathroom with my baggie of weed, held over the toilet on my dad's hand like a man standing on the platform of his own hanging.
I didn't know what to do...or say...
He said, "I can't control what you do when you are somewhere besides here. But when you are in MY house, you are NOT to bring DRUGS here. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Before I could catch my breath long enough to say anything, he poured my marijuana out of its baggie and into the toilet. He flushed. It was over.
So I parted with a snark. "I paid ten dollars for that. You OWE me ten dollars."
Cut to four decades later. My father has been retired almost as long as he was a nark.
I was outside smoking about 10 pm on my parents back patio. I heard someone lock the back door and I had just filled my lungs, so I stood up and said "Hey" and my dad opened the door. I did not think to stop my exhalation and blew marijuana smoke right in the man's face. o_0
I stood there mortified.
I have had my medical marijuana license for seven or eight years. My dad knows it. But I don't smoke in front of him. I don't smoke until after he goes to bed. I respect and love my father.
He acted like nothing happened!! SO
I said, "I'm out here dad. It's nice out here at night." So HE said, "Well watch out that a skunk doesn't climb up your leg out here." 0_o
He made pleasant conversation with me for a few minutes, then he said, "It's a good thing I realized you were out here." I said, "I would have knocked, Dad." So he went and sat down on the couch and turned the fuckin tv on! SO I was like "wtf" so I went back to my chair and kept smoking!!
Done smoking and high, I went into the house, got some fruit, and sat down on the loveseat and started talking to him about the documentary I watched earlier. After 10 minutes of talking, both of us knowing full well I was high, I excused myself and said goodnight, and he was all friendly and cool...
I never would have imagined this. Not in a million years.
it was the weirdest fucking thing I have ever experienced in my life.
If time travel were possible, I would go back and tell my fourteen year old self, "Don't worry. This is going to turn out fine! Don't even trip!"
My diary now has footnotes. I want everyone to know that it turns out ok in the end.
footnotes
+In hindsight, I see that I had a LOCKER at school and this was before schools were fenced in, before school kids got searched, and before security cameras and staff. I could have left in my locker and it would have been INFINITELY safer, and I could have gotten it any time I wanted. I didn't know SHIT.
*A "lid" was an ounce of weed. An ounce was generally measured by holding three closed fingers next to a baggie and filling the baggie to the top of the third finger. It cost ten bucks. A four finger lid was more weed in the baggie **see below* for the same ten bucks. The marijuana always had seeds in it and had to be crumbled onto a shoe box lid held at an angle. The seeds would roll to the bottom and the green would fall and rest near the top.
**Bud wasn't measured out by the gram 40 years ago and baggies closed with a couple of flaps.