clonicjerk
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1200 mg of DXM.
1 Mother.
1 Ambulance ride to emergency.
Memories for a lifetime. :D
Ohh yeah.
1 Mother.
1 Ambulance ride to emergency.
Memories for a lifetime. :D
Ohh yeah.
Stories of being caught by parents
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BottleOfOxy
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nahhhh he seems like an alright guy.
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Artificial Emotion
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My parents stole my steroids and then thought I was addicted to them when I went ape shit. I couldn't finish the cycle without proper post cycle therapy, could I?
cl_sullivan
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How am I a dick she knows I blame it on her cause parents dont care what she does shes 21. I rekon its better me blaming it on her no one getting in trouble than me fessin up and gettin killed by my parents.
BottleOfOxy
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ahhh i take it back then, i was under the impression that she got in trouble instead of you, not just eliminating the trouble. sorry buddy.
LLLLL OOHH LLLL.....
Hahaha I laughed so hard when I read that cuz i can just picture the cop saying that, I laughed then i laughed again when i re read it cuz its just so funny and sounds so true. ahh thanks for the good stories yo
Today my moms found the bill from the hospital when i OD'd
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
I told her i passed out becuz i use to pass out alot. I was mad as fuck. I told them i had a different address and to send it there and i get it sent to this address instead. they fucked up. now i oew 500 dollars for a 2 minute ambulance ride 4 blocks long.....The place i was at is literaly like one right turn away from the ER they took me to. O well, its cool she didnt sweat. Catchin my court notice for Possession of 48 bags of Heroin for Paterson Superior Court was pretty fucked tho......She love to read my mail
cl_sullivan
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Haha yeah didnt explain that too well was fairly bent at the time so wasnt concetrating
!_MDMA_!
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leiphos
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A few times my mom bothered me about smoking weed in my room, and I always apologized. Then one time she knocked on my door right after a smoke, and I was half-way through an awful LSA trip - feeling moody, depressed, confused and bitter - and she said that if I smoked again in my room she'd kick me out of the house for good. So I said "Ok, I'm sorry."
But a few seconds after she closed my door, I was on my feet, charging out into the hallway and storming into her bedroom. I retorted her argument vigorously (I think...) in my intoxicated state and somehow got her to stand down (I think...).
The reason I assume I was successful is because later that night she apologized for yelling at me and the very next morning my dad told me I was allowed to smoke in my room as long as I was careful with the fire aspect of it (i.e. "Don't Set Our House On Fire!"). Ever since, my mom hasn't complained. In fact, she has even encouraged me to smoke weed (especially in times when I was drinking heavily, for she feels weed is safer and less unhealthy than alcohol).
I'm really proud of myself for arguing back, I just wish I could remember how I pulled it off...
But a few seconds after she closed my door, I was on my feet, charging out into the hallway and storming into her bedroom. I retorted her argument vigorously (I think...) in my intoxicated state and somehow got her to stand down (I think...).
The reason I assume I was successful is because later that night she apologized for yelling at me and the very next morning my dad told me I was allowed to smoke in my room as long as I was careful with the fire aspect of it (i.e. "Don't Set Our House On Fire!"). Ever since, my mom hasn't complained. In fact, she has even encouraged me to smoke weed (especially in times when I was drinking heavily, for she feels weed is safer and less unhealthy than alcohol).
I'm really proud of myself for arguing back, I just wish I could remember how I pulled it off...
There was some asshole in my rehab that was there for a marijuana addiction and the occasional oxy. Ten junkies an alchie and some fucking kid who was whining about not being able to be normal without being high.
Marijuana addicts... I dunno, about the rest of them, but this guy needed a world change or something.
Yeah I remember living at home going to high school trying to party without getting caught. Some thing would always happen to fuck it up. The funniest time my pops went away and I stayed home getting fuckin wasted all weekend havin people over and throwing down. Well I had a friend stay and make sure we cleaned up everything, shit we spent like three hours cleaning and when we were done I'm like fuck man I'm missing my shit, and we searched for like another hour looking for this bundle that went MIA. Finally we gave up and figured that we threw it out or something cruised down to P-town and re-up'd got wasted and forgot all about it and went to myfriends house to chill out. Now I get this call from my dad like an hour later and he's all like what the fuck is wrong with you, I'm like what, he's says he found my dope, my dad is kinda hip to shit so he knew exactly what it was, umm what dope I say, he's like stupid I found your bundle on the front steps. Haha I'm like fuck I was looking for that shit everywhere, and then I got the whole I thought you were done blah blah your going to rehab blah blah you know the deal. Fuckin shit right on the front steps go figure.
I feel ya on that one, shit just this past week my mom borrowed my car and I forgot I had a set in a bag under the seat I had no clue that shit was there and she found it I swore she planted that shit but your def right as to how desensitized I have become to the whole ohh we found you out shit and it is sad because I know it kills my mom to know I'm like this. Lacey sorry to hear about your boy Steve. I've even started to forget my people who have died that post you and PL hit me hard a whole bunch of fucked up shit came flooding back I guess I'm just waiting in line for my number to be called as well, now serving number 31! SAD
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MistaJeff
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I've been caught a few times for drinking and smoking. For a short period when I was 18 my parents actually allowed me to smoke weed in my room. Once my mom came into my room after I had just smoked a bong load. I was high as shit and laughing at her. I think this is the only time I actually didn't try to act sober when I was stoned around my mother. I had been burning incense so I guess she couldn't smell the weed but my bong was sitting right on the bookshelf by my bed. She saw it and asked me if I was about to smoke. I laughed my ass off at her. I miss those times. Now I have to be cloak and dagger about everything. Luckily I smoke less.
A few times I've been caught in the act. Smoking weed out of a bong or a bubbler. I BSed my way out of that shit by telling my parents it was tobacco, they're dumb as hell some times. My dad even sniffed the bowl in my bubbler that had charred weed in it and said "That's not the new type of tobacco that gets you high is it? (I'm pretty sure he was thinking about things like spice but he's ignorant about drugs)" "All tobacco gets you high, thats the point of it" I told him and he left. I'm sure it helped that one night when I didn't have enough tobacco to roll a cig I smoked it out of my bubbler. He walked in on me and I proved it was tobacco.
A few times I've been caught in the act. Smoking weed out of a bong or a bubbler. I BSed my way out of that shit by telling my parents it was tobacco, they're dumb as hell some times. My dad even sniffed the bowl in my bubbler that had charred weed in it and said "That's not the new type of tobacco that gets you high is it? (I'm pretty sure he was thinking about things like spice but he's ignorant about drugs)" "All tobacco gets you high, thats the point of it" I told him and he left. I'm sure it helped that one night when I didn't have enough tobacco to roll a cig I smoked it out of my bubbler. He walked in on me and I proved it was tobacco.
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hexxx
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^ Your parents know more than they let on, dude. They probably like "thank God, it's not crack or meth!". I know mine pretty much pretended like they were dumb and then told me later they knew what was potting (or who at least). Things worse than weed they will try rationalize like E's, especially acid because for some reason to them (or at least mine) there is nothing worse except maybe PCP and heroin.
Of course yours might be different, I thought my parents were absolute angels, completely naive and oblivious to drugs until my dad told me about his friends and how his best friend used to sell shit like acid and how he had to stop my mom from eating the special brownies this guy made to sell because she thought they were just normal brownies this guys mother had made for them, how his other friends used to shoot dope, hilarities ensuing after walking in on them etc.
I still haven't really seen anyone first hand inject themselves (with anything besides roids - obviously not IV) which means my old man probably had some wild parties back in the late 70's just before I was born. This is back in a very conservative time and environment although there are worse places (even today) I'd imagine. And my dad isn't like a rebel or hippy, he's actually quite conservative as parents go.
Parents also know that condemning you to do something is another way of saying "do this as much as you can to prove a point to yourself that you do what you want". Within reason but yeah, what do you do when your parents absolutely forbid you to do something after you are 16+ years old? You prove that you're an adult and you do what you want, right? As long as it isn't hurting any one besides you (and the penalties aren't extreme like getting kicked out or sent to rehab / sold off to slavery whatever). So they turn a blind eye and make plans to find where your stash is so they can get some later on, or I'm sure some do.
Of course yours might be different, I thought my parents were absolute angels, completely naive and oblivious to drugs until my dad told me about his friends and how his best friend used to sell shit like acid and how he had to stop my mom from eating the special brownies this guy made to sell because she thought they were just normal brownies this guys mother had made for them, how his other friends used to shoot dope, hilarities ensuing after walking in on them etc.
I still haven't really seen anyone first hand inject themselves (with anything besides roids - obviously not IV) which means my old man probably had some wild parties back in the late 70's just before I was born. This is back in a very conservative time and environment although there are worse places (even today) I'd imagine. And my dad isn't like a rebel or hippy, he's actually quite conservative as parents go.
Parents also know that condemning you to do something is another way of saying "do this as much as you can to prove a point to yourself that you do what you want". Within reason but yeah, what do you do when your parents absolutely forbid you to do something after you are 16+ years old? You prove that you're an adult and you do what you want, right? As long as it isn't hurting any one besides you (and the penalties aren't extreme like getting kicked out or sent to rehab / sold off to slavery whatever). So they turn a blind eye and make plans to find where your stash is so they can get some later on, or I'm sure some do.
MistaJeff
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^^ My parents are kind of ok with me smoking as long as I keep it out of their house, which I don't but its only on a small scale (I never have more than a gram or two). But they insisted on drug testing me to let me drive my car (they own it of course). After about a month of testing positive for thc I told them "I don't want the car anymore, I'm not going to test clean". So they stopped testing me, not having a car isn't too bad either. I long board places now and that's good exercise.
JoshE
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The first drug i got busted with was weed. I had rolled a few joint's earlier on in the day and finished work at 1pm, got home and dad doesn't usually finish work until 4pm, so i thought i was all good, lit it up, was half way through it and i heard the front door open then shut..
There was so much smoke in my room, i couldn't even see the other side of my bedroom, and then heard a knock at the door. I thought fuck it, I'm busted, opened the door and dad was standing there smiling.. He said "look i don't have a problem with you smoking dope, but don't let your mother find out and don't do it in the house." I was fucking surprised big time, but then he went on to tell me that our family background is dutch, and that he lived in Amsterdam for 4 years when he was younger..So that figures
I actually didn't get caught with Ecstasy, but my family has a pretty good idea that i do it.. I went to a rave one night, drove there, had an awesome time and was also off chops, decided to drive home at 8am in the morning (rave was only 10mins away from home) and hadn't even got to the front door yet when mum come's running up to me asking me where i had been..My pupil's were massive, must have looked like an owl, i said "look don't ask question's cause I'm tired as hell and am going to bed, Goodnight" She grabbed me on the arm and said "its morning you dick"....
Fuck that experience - never again
There was so much smoke in my room, i couldn't even see the other side of my bedroom, and then heard a knock at the door. I thought fuck it, I'm busted, opened the door and dad was standing there smiling.. He said "look i don't have a problem with you smoking dope, but don't let your mother find out and don't do it in the house." I was fucking surprised big time, but then he went on to tell me that our family background is dutch, and that he lived in Amsterdam for 4 years when he was younger..So that figures
I actually didn't get caught with Ecstasy, but my family has a pretty good idea that i do it.. I went to a rave one night, drove there, had an awesome time and was also off chops, decided to drive home at 8am in the morning (rave was only 10mins away from home) and hadn't even got to the front door yet when mum come's running up to me asking me where i had been..My pupil's were massive, must have looked like an owl, i said "look don't ask question's cause I'm tired as hell and am going to bed, Goodnight" She grabbed me on the arm and said "its morning you dick"....
Fuck that experience - never again
hexxx
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^ lol @ it's morning, you dick. Classic! Your mom calling you a dick is pretty funny. Like one of your mates being pushy.
I would (and still do) say good night to my parents at 12pm/1pm/2pm/3pm whatever time I get home and go to bed. If they ever reminded me otherwise I'd remind them that it's morning somewhere in the world.
My dad used to fetch us from raves or clubs from about 15 years old and we don't get drivers licenses until we're 18 here. But I had a choice, the next morning at 6am or 12am earlier that night... hmm tough decision since you'd be lucky to get in by 10pm at most places! Of course I'd load the car full of friends and we'd normally come back TRIPPING our asses off with sunlight melting through the car windows and turning the clouds green and purple while UFOs battled on the horizon as my dad morphed into and out of a chariot driver while steering the car (or van if there was a lot of us). My friends and I used to try our hardest to make each other laugh.. God knows what he thought was going on, because we were holding in hysterical laughter 99% of the time and probably had tears streaming down our cheeks and were probably alternating between bright shades of red and pink... And this carried on all through the next day in front of my parents or younger brothers who probably also thought "WTF they been smoking?" But sometimes they'd also become participants / targets (unwitting mostly) in our crazy escapades. The worst times were the first few times clubbing because my dad would only give one choice, 12am and normally we'd only score at 9pm so 12am came and we'd be practically peaking and at the virge of insanity when we'd leave and have to drive back with an authority figure sitting next to you turning into Darth Vader.. or something equally bizarre. I was better with my own parents than my friend's parents though, because some were particularly strict (esp for parents that allowed their underage kid to go clubbing) and would interrogate us and be known to say weird things.
Some of my friends tried to follow suite but only 1 other guy managed to keep it up on a regular basis but he was probably the naughtiest fucking kid I ever knew and his parents were probably just happy he wasn't in jail. The others parents either forbid their kids to go to these "terrible places" after the first few times they fetched us and got a car and house full of teenagers tripping their asses off running around like loons freshly escaped from the local asylum.
But most of the time the parents were just too lazy to get up at 5.30am on a Sat or Sun morning to come fetch their son and his tripping fool friends from a night club 20m away and then have to deal with us the next day before our parents came and fetched us.
And then there's the time I brought a strange girl home one night, both of us were fucked out of our trees on MDMA and she decided it would be a good idea to talk to my dad for a while in the kitchen where he was standing as we got in, instead of being introduced and following me to my room quickly, lol. Even tried to lead her by her hand and she wouldn't come with, carried on talking! My dad was just smiling as I did this, lol. I gave her shit for that one, damn that was bad. At least I didn't really have to explain anything, since I avoided my parents the next day and the next. I met her mom while I was also fucked after partying the night fucked, but I just exchanged a few pleasantries and got the fuck out of dodge before she realized I was chewing on my own tongue / cheek lining and not bubblegum or something to that effect. I eventually figured the mother care that we took shit. But my dad sure as hell did / does, at least if I am taking or not
I also came home one morning at about 7am and my dad asked me if I could help him with some engineering work which we both were working on because he had to see a client on very short notice, and then stood behind me watching me type about 150 lines of low level firmware source code at about 4,000,000,000 words / minute in 15m with zero mistakes or spelling errors including calculations done without a calculator. He must have thought "damn gotta get me some of that shit!" I had sweat dripping off my forehead onto the keyboard as I typed, mostly from a combination of the pressure of getting the fuck out of there before he noticed and from the MDMA I had dropped about 1.5hrs earlier. He said the routine that I did for him worked as well haha. He wouldn't have asked for my help if he wasn't quite confident that I knew what I was doing (since it was mostly my code I was using) even the day after.
I'm pretty sure those were all busts, but my dad just didn't say anything, my mom would have if she had been out and about, she's much more observant and will at least make it obvious she knows somethings up. Like if she smells weed in a room she'll say "who's been smoking weed?" He is probably as unobservant to detail as I am, so I may have gotten away with some, but still definitely not all those times. I think the sweat dripping onto the keyboard and the friendly girl in the kitchen with her eyes shaking and rolling back would have probably been almost def busts. Even to him.
lol, good times...
I would (and still do) say good night to my parents at 12pm/1pm/2pm/3pm whatever time I get home and go to bed. If they ever reminded me otherwise I'd remind them that it's morning somewhere in the world.
My dad used to fetch us from raves or clubs from about 15 years old and we don't get drivers licenses until we're 18 here. But I had a choice, the next morning at 6am or 12am earlier that night... hmm tough decision since you'd be lucky to get in by 10pm at most places! Of course I'd load the car full of friends and we'd normally come back TRIPPING our asses off with sunlight melting through the car windows and turning the clouds green and purple while UFOs battled on the horizon as my dad morphed into and out of a chariot driver while steering the car (or van if there was a lot of us). My friends and I used to try our hardest to make each other laugh.. God knows what he thought was going on, because we were holding in hysterical laughter 99% of the time and probably had tears streaming down our cheeks and were probably alternating between bright shades of red and pink... And this carried on all through the next day in front of my parents or younger brothers who probably also thought "WTF they been smoking?" But sometimes they'd also become participants / targets (unwitting mostly) in our crazy escapades. The worst times were the first few times clubbing because my dad would only give one choice, 12am and normally we'd only score at 9pm so 12am came and we'd be practically peaking and at the virge of insanity when we'd leave and have to drive back with an authority figure sitting next to you turning into Darth Vader.. or something equally bizarre. I was better with my own parents than my friend's parents though, because some were particularly strict (esp for parents that allowed their underage kid to go clubbing) and would interrogate us and be known to say weird things.
Some of my friends tried to follow suite but only 1 other guy managed to keep it up on a regular basis but he was probably the naughtiest fucking kid I ever knew and his parents were probably just happy he wasn't in jail. The others parents either forbid their kids to go to these "terrible places" after the first few times they fetched us and got a car and house full of teenagers tripping their asses off running around like loons freshly escaped from the local asylum.
But most of the time the parents were just too lazy to get up at 5.30am on a Sat or Sun morning to come fetch their son and his tripping fool friends from a night club 20m away and then have to deal with us the next day before our parents came and fetched us.
And then there's the time I brought a strange girl home one night, both of us were fucked out of our trees on MDMA and she decided it would be a good idea to talk to my dad for a while in the kitchen where he was standing as we got in, instead of being introduced and following me to my room quickly, lol. Even tried to lead her by her hand and she wouldn't come with, carried on talking! My dad was just smiling as I did this, lol. I gave her shit for that one, damn that was bad. At least I didn't really have to explain anything, since I avoided my parents the next day and the next. I met her mom while I was also fucked after partying the night fucked, but I just exchanged a few pleasantries and got the fuck out of dodge before she realized I was chewing on my own tongue / cheek lining and not bubblegum or something to that effect. I eventually figured the mother care that we took shit. But my dad sure as hell did / does, at least if I am taking or not
I also came home one morning at about 7am and my dad asked me if I could help him with some engineering work which we both were working on because he had to see a client on very short notice, and then stood behind me watching me type about 150 lines of low level firmware source code at about 4,000,000,000 words / minute in 15m with zero mistakes or spelling errors including calculations done without a calculator. He must have thought "damn gotta get me some of that shit!" I had sweat dripping off my forehead onto the keyboard as I typed, mostly from a combination of the pressure of getting the fuck out of there before he noticed and from the MDMA I had dropped about 1.5hrs earlier. He said the routine that I did for him worked as well haha. He wouldn't have asked for my help if he wasn't quite confident that I knew what I was doing (since it was mostly my code I was using) even the day after.
I'm pretty sure those were all busts, but my dad just didn't say anything, my mom would have if she had been out and about, she's much more observant and will at least make it obvious she knows somethings up. Like if she smells weed in a room she'll say "who's been smoking weed?" He is probably as unobservant to detail as I am, so I may have gotten away with some, but still definitely not all those times. I think the sweat dripping onto the keyboard and the friendly girl in the kitchen with her eyes shaking and rolling back would have probably been almost def busts. Even to him.
lol, good times...
immanuel can
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my mom found a cut-off end of a straw in my pocket while doing my laundry. my dad asked me later what i was "tootin'." at the time i had never heard that word and had no clue what he was talking about. they weren't happy. i ended up getting my phone and car taken away for quite some time and was given a curfew.