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Found my dad's stash!
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PriestTheyCalledHim
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Yeah he did confront me about it.
I was 14 and I thought it was heroin since there's A LOT of dope/heroin in my area, and it was a small amount of an unknown brown powder with a tinfoil pipe that was all blackened and resiny. Before I saw the pipe I thought it could have been fertilizer since I found it in a flower pot in his basement.
I put everything back but he could tell someone had touched it. I did leave the pipe in a different spot since I wanted to talk to him since I thought he was a heroin addict and into smoking dope/heroin since I knew he was an alcoholic; but he told me it was marijuana. He also claimed I smoked some of his powdered herb but I did not at all since I thought it could be heroin or some sort of plant fertilizer.
This guy was/is paranoid and he would set up traps that would tell if anyone had moved anything even if it was his wife. He also would hide TONS of things in his house, yard, or car like booze, herb, bongs/pipes, and he once found a dugout full of pot in his SUV.
I no longer talk to this guy at all and I want nothing to do with him since he's an asshole.
samnslumberland
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I looked high and low for my dad's stash, and I mean I looked EVERYWHERE. Turns out it was in the most obvious place that I could have looked... which is why I overlooked it being there in the first place haha.
Sounds like a good plan! He sure sounds like it.
sconnie420
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I'm sure I'm not the only one here whose entire family smokes..I always knew my parents did, they never hid it. Although, they didn't smoke in front of us, joints were constantly being rolled..
I think its a good way for parents and kids to connect. If/ when the time comes I would hope that my nieces and nephews can come to me, wanting to know about marijuana, as I will b open w/ them like I was..
And quite frankly, IF I had to choose, I'd rather them stoned off their gored on pot and drive then drunk and driving..I'd prefer neither, obviously but if...
I say good find man! Bc even though both my parents toke I could never find my dads stash.. Sure wish I could though, bc he gets better shit then I do..
I think its a good way for parents and kids to connect. If/ when the time comes I would hope that my nieces and nephews can come to me, wanting to know about marijuana, as I will b open w/ them like I was..
And quite frankly, IF I had to choose, I'd rather them stoned off their gored on pot and drive then drunk and driving..I'd prefer neither, obviously but if...
I say good find man! Bc even though both my parents toke I could never find my dads stash.. Sure wish I could though, bc he gets better shit then I do..
squidhead
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samnslumberland
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I'm sure I'm not the only one here whose entire family smokes..I always knew my parents did, they never hid it. Although, they didn't smoke in front of us, joints were constantly being rolled..
I think its a good way for parents and kids to connect. If/ when the time comes I would hope that my nieces and nephews can come to me, wanting to know about marijuana, as I will b open w/ them like I was..
And quite frankly, IF I had to choose, I'd rather them stoned off their gored on pot and drive then drunk and driving..I'd prefer neither, obviously but if...
I say good find man! Bc even though both my parents toke I could never find my dads stash.. Sure wish I could though, bc he gets better shit then I do..
You have the same mentality as me! When and if I one day have children, I would like them to be open with me about it because I will accept it and support them in whatever they do as long as they have good morals and perform well in school and at home. I think that my parents have done more harm by trying to keep my dad's smoking a secret... it explains so many things that were once a mystery to me about him. And I too would rather have somebody drive stoned than drunk.
squidhead
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No question about it...the stoned driver will be way more cautious than the drunk ever would/could.
Also, my son & I have a very close relationship. We're the best of friends, but he respects me as a dad too. My dad & I never really had any bonding, as he had to travel a lot for his work. I never resented that because I knew he did what he had to...put food on the table & make sure there's a roof over our noggins. My dad was 100% work. That was a tough generation...lived thru the Depression of 1929 & WW2. Being affectionate with my dad was shaking hands.
My son can come to me about anything & knows we can talk about whatever he needs to.
dude i remember the first time i found my dads stash in his shed he had a huge fuckin tupperware container with a half pound in it in the little refrigerator and then on top of it he had a fuckin toolcase with a fukin pound in it me an my friends found it one night when we were drunk when we were like 12 an everyone was jus taking handfuls and gettin ripped as fuck lol. after that i was the only one to take from it tho i figure id be generous that night an my dad found out i knew about it a lil bit later and a year or 2 down the road he had a easter egg hunt for me an my brothers with easter eggs filled with weed and money lol i didnt feel stupid doing an easter egg hunt when i was makin out with weed an money haha shits ridiculous my old man was always cool as fuck
samnslumberland
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So... what you're telling us, is that you and your friends took handfuls of your dad's weed when you were drunk at age 12, and in turn he rewarded you with weed and money-filled Easter eggs when you were 13 or 14? Tha fuck? I can only dream that that would be my dad's reaction if he knew I found his stash and took some from it... hahaha. Good for you I suppose!
samnslumberland
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That's really great. I've had no such relationship with my dad as far as I can remember. I was a daddy's girl until about age seven or so, when every conversation began to start and end with, "...why can't you do this like ______?" or "...why DON'T you do this like ______?" He's always compared me to other peoples' children and would harass me about not being as "good" as them. Funny thing is, one of those children that he CONSTANTLY compared me to ended up moving out at an early age with her too-old boyfriend and got herself locked up in jail. Whereas I'm home most nights working on homework after I get off of work. I don't do much partying, I'm not all that fond of drinking. I do smoke a lot, though, and I knew that if he found out I'd be in trouble (he also searches through my room and my car on occasion). However I keep my grades up and get my shit done, so excuse me for pinching from his stash after he's treated me so rotten for the past twelve or so years of my life. I still suffer from his scrutiny in the past; it's not nearly as bad as it once was though.
squidhead
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I feel for ya, sam, & to be quite honest with you, my dad was hardly ever around when I was a kid. He had to do a lotta travelling for his career & we never really got to hang out with 1 another much. But I know he did what he had to in order to keep a roof over our heads & food in our stomachs...so I hold NO regrets.
I always did say that if I ever had a kid, I'd be way more hands-on than my pops was...& in turn, I was way closer with my kid than him & I ever could. For the 1st 5-6 yrs of his life, my wife worked 12 hr shifts at the hospital & I became his main caregiver. My priorities did a 180 & I realized what the important stuff really was.
I'm always telling my son what a great kid he is & we couldn't be any more proud of him. He's a HUGE help here, with his mom's emphysema & my spinal-stenosis...& I'm big on giving words of encouragement where they are appropriate. We're a very close & happy family. I would never compare my son to someone else's, as I don't feel that's the right thing to do.
samnslumberland
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Sounds like you've done a pretty damn good job. Sometimes you just have to learn from you parent's mistakes when it comes to raising your own children. I would like to have a better relationship with my father, but it's just not the cards for us as of right now. I do love him though, and I know that he loves me. He had a very difficult childhood so I suppose I shouldn't be so harsh, he's been a much better father to me than his dad was to him.
He hasn't compared me to other people's children for years and he's been making an effort to encourage me and show me affection rather than criticize me, I have to give him that.
squidhead
Bluelighter
/\/\/\/\ Thank you for the kind words...& I'm glad you & your dad are resolving things.
Captain Brewster
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He did.
sconnie420
Ex-Bluelighter
Its the way it should be bc kids are going to do drugs with or without their parents knowledge. Having done many different drugs myself, ill educate them and teach them responsibility. Kind of an oxymoron, but I'm a fairly successful and responsible drug user.
samnslumberland
Bluelighter
Exactly. It's also the way that the government should go about drugs imo. We're going to do them whether they're legal or not, so the gov might as well educate people on drugs so they can do them safely and responsibly.
12 yo sister being 15 yo found our dads stash of the highest end crypto just under an lb stole so much f that as a git fast forward 4 years found out he and my unc worked hundos of reggie and that was his head, once i started working i had my unc and pop showing me the ropes was the bomb
squidhead
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Wolfmans_BrothEr
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When I was 14 one of my friends would always talk about how he knew my mom got high. I would always just laugh bc there was no way in hell my uptight mother smoked weed.
One day we didn't have any bud and my boy said we shud look in her room to find her stash. I said yea sure, not thinking for the slightest second he would find anything. He started looking around while I sat on her bed to make sure he didn't fuck anything up or steal anything
I shit u not the very first place he looked (a shoebox in the closet) he pulled out a quarter of mids and rolling papers. Needless to say I was shocked, then we smoked it all.
That night she came into my room asking if I had been in her room that day. "no, why mom?" "oh I don't know, it just looks like some things were moved around" me - "well...is anything missing?" "no, it just looks like someone went through it...r u sure u didn't go through my room?" me - "yea I didn't touch shit"
a month later right before me and the same friend were about to smoke a blunt, I went and asked my mom if she wanted to blaze with us. When she asked why I would ask that I told her bc I found her weed a few weeks ago and wanted to make it up to her. She was pissed, and she didn't smoke, and never approved of me smoking
A year or two later she found an ounce in my room and stole it. A month or 2 after that I came home while she was in the shower and her room reeked of weed. Found about a quarter left of my ounce, went outside and smoked the whole thing in my backyard. Then some lady bought me a pack of newports (cuz I was like 15) and didn't make me pay for it. Clutch. Then I ate birthday cake and got a bunch of presents........cuz it was my birthday. Def one of the best birthdays ever
I was 12 my sister was 15 and we found our dads stash of some high end chronic, just under a lb. we stole so much. Fast forward 4 years when I found out that he and my uncle sold hundreds of dollars of regular weed and what I found was his personal stash. Once I started working my dad and uncle started showing me the ropes (to selling bud) and it was awesome
One day we didn't have any bud and my boy said we shud look in her room to find her stash. I said yea sure, not thinking for the slightest second he would find anything. He started looking around while I sat on her bed to make sure he didn't fuck anything up or steal anything
I shit u not the very first place he looked (a shoebox in the closet) he pulled out a quarter of mids and rolling papers. Needless to say I was shocked, then we smoked it all.
That night she came into my room asking if I had been in her room that day. "no, why mom?" "oh I don't know, it just looks like some things were moved around" me - "well...is anything missing?" "no, it just looks like someone went through it...r u sure u didn't go through my room?" me - "yea I didn't touch shit"
a month later right before me and the same friend were about to smoke a blunt, I went and asked my mom if she wanted to blaze with us. When she asked why I would ask that I told her bc I found her weed a few weeks ago and wanted to make it up to her. She was pissed, and she didn't smoke, and never approved of me smoking
A year or two later she found an ounce in my room and stole it. A month or 2 after that I came home while she was in the shower and her room reeked of weed. Found about a quarter left of my ounce, went outside and smoked the whole thing in my backyard. Then some lady bought me a pack of newports (cuz I was like 15) and didn't make me pay for it. Clutch. Then I ate birthday cake and got a bunch of presents........cuz it was my birthday. Def one of the best birthdays ever
I was 12 my sister was 15 and we found our dads stash of some high end chronic, just under a lb. we stole so much. Fast forward 4 years when I found out that he and my uncle sold hundreds of dollars of regular weed and what I found was his personal stash. Once I started working my dad and uncle started showing me the ropes (to selling bud) and it was awesome
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Foreigner
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My dad used to act all conservative about drugs around me. He told me that I'd throw my life away by even smoking weed.
His best friend (now deceased) later told me that my dad did LSD and smoked copious amounts of weed in the 70's. They would go over to a local drug dealer's apartment and there would be 15 people in there tripping out on the ground, lying on blankets and cuddling. lol... so my dad was probably a hippy or at least a wannabe one.
Oh and it was even more funny when one day my dad slapped half a pound of cannabis seeds on the table and asked me for instructions on how to grow them since I had done an indoor grow before. It was surprisingly awkward. He was trying to be all buddy buddy like we should now be drug comrades even though he spent half my life telling me drugs make you amount to nothing.
I've read between the lines with him and I'm pretty sure he had a bad LSD experience and that is the entire basis for his beliefs. I have to give him some credit though. He hid his drug history from me until I was an adult which probably shielded me from some chaos during my developing years.
Your dad was probably just trying to do the right thing.
His best friend (now deceased) later told me that my dad did LSD and smoked copious amounts of weed in the 70's. They would go over to a local drug dealer's apartment and there would be 15 people in there tripping out on the ground, lying on blankets and cuddling. lol... so my dad was probably a hippy or at least a wannabe one.
Oh and it was even more funny when one day my dad slapped half a pound of cannabis seeds on the table and asked me for instructions on how to grow them since I had done an indoor grow before. It was surprisingly awkward. He was trying to be all buddy buddy like we should now be drug comrades even though he spent half my life telling me drugs make you amount to nothing.
I've read between the lines with him and I'm pretty sure he had a bad LSD experience and that is the entire basis for his beliefs. I have to give him some credit though. He hid his drug history from me until I was an adult which probably shielded me from some chaos during my developing years.
Your dad was probably just trying to do the right thing.