Swift Serenity
Bluelighter
hey im just glad your ok now 
Stories of being caught by parents
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MasterVampire
Bluelighter
i got busted the other day by my dad for the first time
i thought it was a good idea to temporary hide my bong and shit under my car, i mean who would look under it while parked in the garage?
well he came home and saw it, must of been the angle or something when driving in, saw something under the car
suffice it to say i still have bruises from the beating
i thought it was a good idea to temporary hide my bong and shit under my car, i mean who would look under it while parked in the garage?
well he came home and saw it, must of been the angle or something when driving in, saw something under the car
suffice it to say i still have bruises from the beating
TwistedReality
Bluelighter
^ Hey, you're not alone buddy. 
Does he do this often? It was kind of a freak thing because hell, I was shooting cocaine, but all you did was smoke some pot!
Does he do this often? It was kind of a freak thing because hell, I was shooting cocaine, but all you did was smoke some pot!
8L4YN3
Bluelighter
Fuck....
Well, back when i was 14 i smoked weed out of a bong for the first time after only first ever trying weed a month back. Me and a friend were walking down the street and my mums car pulls up, and signals me to go over to the car and talk to her, so i do, and i recall her asking me over and over again why im acting funny.. She stayed in denial though, but she knew what was up.
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The next year i thought i would be able to smoke a joint(of all things) in my bedroom, and have the smell dissipate in an hour before parents get home, needless to say step dad walks in and proclaims ive got a pound of weed in my bedroom and flips his lid hard... Funny enough my mum sided with me and claimed i was allowed to smoke marijuana as long as it was outside, i recall me thinking "go mum!" you tell stepdad. hah.
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Few years later im at a friends(male) house, he lived in this shed type deal out in the backyard, we dropped 3 blotters of good acid at about 7pm, 2 hours later we're fucked up, we thought it was late enough to pop 2 very good ecstasy pills, 30 minutes after that we're sweating like mad, we have our tops of because we're so hot, we were doing graffiti on each others back(nothing gay, lol[seriously!]), we're having this epic deep and meaning full conversation and even created this new handshake.
Little did we know his little sister(14) was spying on us for about an hour, imagine a drug naive girl watching these 2 17 year old boys candy flipping off their dials!(they didnt see us consuming the drugs, only the weed) Well at about 10:30pm(we had the doors locked because we were smoking hash bongs and what not), the door get pushed open, its locked, we hear a "wtf?" then a knock, we fucking rush to hide the bongs and throw on our tshirts and wipe sweat from our faces, my friend goes into this HARDCORE thoughtloop and just freezes, his mum is still knocking at the door but hes not reacting.
Im sitting on his couch thinking, FUCK...................., shit shit shit shit shit, FUCK............, while the walls are breathing in and out. He finally opens the door, and she goes, "what, the, fuck! were you two doing in there?" He cant even talk, then he goes "playfighting".
At this point im thinking come on dude? thats your best idea? PLAYFIGHTING wtf man, we're 17, hair covered in sweat...
That was completely fucked and caused a very bad trip, until we popped our third pill, and everything was really nice, until i was laying in bed getting flashbacks of that moment of my friend in the thought loop while his mum's going, WHY ARENT U ANSWERING? WHATS GOING ON IN THERE? I lost a few braincells that night no doubt, very intense, 3 good blotters, and 3 good pills, what a fucken ride..
The next day he owned up to his mum that he is infact not gay, and explained the effects of said drugs and how high we were and why the door was locked and shit.. But we did get abit carried away with the tagging of each others backs and shit, but until that door knocked, the world didnt exist outside that shed..
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A year ago i was out smoking meth all night, was spun as fuck. The next morning i arrived home at 10am, looking like fucking death, first thing my mum said was "WTF you been up to?". I claimed i spent all night up playing video games, she laughed at me and said "u think im that stupid, look at your pupils, why are u acting weird, u look (her words) SCATTERED" and fuck i was and it was so obvious..
Well, back when i was 14 i smoked weed out of a bong for the first time after only first ever trying weed a month back. Me and a friend were walking down the street and my mums car pulls up, and signals me to go over to the car and talk to her, so i do, and i recall her asking me over and over again why im acting funny.. She stayed in denial though, but she knew what was up.
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The next year i thought i would be able to smoke a joint(of all things) in my bedroom, and have the smell dissipate in an hour before parents get home, needless to say step dad walks in and proclaims ive got a pound of weed in my bedroom and flips his lid hard... Funny enough my mum sided with me and claimed i was allowed to smoke marijuana as long as it was outside, i recall me thinking "go mum!" you tell stepdad. hah.
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Few years later im at a friends(male) house, he lived in this shed type deal out in the backyard, we dropped 3 blotters of good acid at about 7pm, 2 hours later we're fucked up, we thought it was late enough to pop 2 very good ecstasy pills, 30 minutes after that we're sweating like mad, we have our tops of because we're so hot, we were doing graffiti on each others back(nothing gay, lol[seriously!]), we're having this epic deep and meaning full conversation and even created this new handshake.
Little did we know his little sister(14) was spying on us for about an hour, imagine a drug naive girl watching these 2 17 year old boys candy flipping off their dials!(they didnt see us consuming the drugs, only the weed) Well at about 10:30pm(we had the doors locked because we were smoking hash bongs and what not), the door get pushed open, its locked, we hear a "wtf?" then a knock, we fucking rush to hide the bongs and throw on our tshirts and wipe sweat from our faces, my friend goes into this HARDCORE thoughtloop and just freezes, his mum is still knocking at the door but hes not reacting.
Im sitting on his couch thinking, FUCK...................., shit shit shit shit shit, FUCK............, while the walls are breathing in and out. He finally opens the door, and she goes, "what, the, fuck! were you two doing in there?" He cant even talk, then he goes "playfighting".
At this point im thinking come on dude? thats your best idea? PLAYFIGHTING wtf man, we're 17, hair covered in sweat...
That was completely fucked and caused a very bad trip, until we popped our third pill, and everything was really nice, until i was laying in bed getting flashbacks of that moment of my friend in the thought loop while his mum's going, WHY ARENT U ANSWERING? WHATS GOING ON IN THERE? I lost a few braincells that night no doubt, very intense, 3 good blotters, and 3 good pills, what a fucken ride..
The next day he owned up to his mum that he is infact not gay, and explained the effects of said drugs and how high we were and why the door was locked and shit.. But we did get abit carried away with the tagging of each others backs and shit, but until that door knocked, the world didnt exist outside that shed..
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A year ago i was out smoking meth all night, was spun as fuck. The next morning i arrived home at 10am, looking like fucking death, first thing my mum said was "WTF you been up to?". I claimed i spent all night up playing video games, she laughed at me and said "u think im that stupid, look at your pupils, why are u acting weird, u look (her words) SCATTERED" and fuck i was and it was so obvious..
My parents caught me dozens of times growing up... shit, just a couple weeks ago I was over to my dads house watching the NCAA championship, doing vodka shots and eating pills with my dad, talking about all the times he caught me lol.
One particularly funny time was when I was in 10th grade I believe, well I had just gotten my first bong, a 12 inch green acrylic piece with the brass bowl and wooden slide. I get home from school one day and decide to take a few bong rips on the porch. I get nice and stoned, smoke a cig and come back inside. Well a little while later my mom gets home from work and comes in fuckin' PISSED, she knew it right away.
I got stoned and left the bong on the porch.
One particularly funny time was when I was in 10th grade I believe, well I had just gotten my first bong, a 12 inch green acrylic piece with the brass bowl and wooden slide. I get home from school one day and decide to take a few bong rips on the porch. I get nice and stoned, smoke a cig and come back inside. Well a little while later my mom gets home from work and comes in fuckin' PISSED, she knew it right away.
I got stoned and left the bong on the porch.
hexxx
Bluelighter
LOL. What did he say? That X makes you temporarily gay? j/k
I really did ROFL at your story, though. One of my bro's friends used to try get other dudes to feel him off when he dropped pills - one of the reasons that half the group won't touch the stuff - they really do think that it will make you gay to this day 10 years later. Was just laughing about it a few hours ago with a mutual friend who has never touched the stuff but will do other drugs. I personally don't believe the pills MADE him gay, he must have been a bit bi-sexual at least to begin with. Or was in the closet or something. Maybe he associated sex and love and wanted to connect, fuck knows...
Drawing shit on your bud's back isn't that bad, just some dumbass stuff you do when you're a kid fucked out of your tree. I still wouldn't have told my parents I dropped acid and ecstasy, if they wanna believe you're gay, let them. Unless you have one of those hardcore (sado-masochist closet case) dads that would beat the shit out of you... Well you'll probably get it either way.
Swift Serenity
Bluelighter
^ lol wow
some more new interesting stories
good read!
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some more new interesting stories
good read!more more more
yeahyeahlauren
Greenlighter
Haha, these are brilliant. The first time I was ever caught (if you can call it that) was because I rang up my mum and actually said 'mum, I'm stoned, come pick me up'. I was on the worst whitey ever so I wasn't really thinking about anything else but getting into bed. Surprisingly, she took me home, tucked me in bed and got me food. She also never mentioned this little episode to my dad and hasn't mentioned it since.
Also, a while back I walked into a friends house, only to be stopped at the front door by her parents. They had found a rolled up twenty in a pair of her jeans, with blood on the end, that had "obviously been used to sniff cocaine". They then made me ring up my parents and tell them that this note had been found. Most awkward conversation I've ever had with her parents, however, mine took it surprisingly well. I assume they just don't want to believe these things.
Also, a while back I walked into a friends house, only to be stopped at the front door by her parents. They had found a rolled up twenty in a pair of her jeans, with blood on the end, that had "obviously been used to sniff cocaine". They then made me ring up my parents and tell them that this note had been found. Most awkward conversation I've ever had with her parents, however, mine took it surprisingly well. I assume they just don't want to believe these things.
yeahyeahlauren
Greenlighter
That was also the first time I had ever touched green, as I was around 13 at the time. Bet my mum wasn't too impressed with that.
adio67830
Bluelighter
man worst thing that ever happened to me. It was well after my parents found out i was doing dope and i was already heavily addicted still livin in jersey. I was going to my aunts vacation house in maine with him for the weekend, so i stocked up and got like 2 bundles of some of the rawest dope ever. The whole ride up i was gettin high as hell nodding off the whole trip thinking i was safe. We ended up stopping in hartford to sleep at a hotel for the night i did a couple of bags and went to sleep and left my dope in my cig pack. Next morning he woke me up and said "son i just found 14 bags of heroin in your cigarette pack what teh fuck" I still remember like it was yesterday the worst feeling ever a number of thoughts. This was after i got out of rehab that they just paid liek 7000 for and still thought i was clean after about 2 months. And the worst feeling knowing that i was giong to be dope sick as a mother fucker in front of my whole family for the entire weekend. I was so desperate i actually had the balls to ask him to just let me keep 5 to keep from getting sick, i watched as he flushed 14 of the best bags i ever got down the toliet. I was so sick and bedridden the entire weekend. Luckily while everyone was at the beach having a grand old time and i was sweating and shittin in bed all day i managed to grab a 100 outta the fuckers wallet, the minute i got home i was in newark sweet relief. Still one of the worst situations ever
adio67830
Bluelighter
i didnt know if this was just for you weed smokers man i cant remember when i first got caught tokin but hey for all you who feel shitty about gettin caught for the green, remember it could always be worse!
xtobal
Bluelighter
This one is inspired by orangelicker, because I know what it is like to have a psycho mom who goes completely out of her way to catch you in the act. The "folding laundry" bit made me laugh. That is exactly the kind of shit my mom would do. Some extremely dubious chore like, "I was just vacuuming the ceiling in your room and... I just happened to find THIS!" Most of the time it was just an empty robitussin bottle or a glass piece. I learned to hide things very well.
Anyway, this story didn't happen while I was living at my parents house, but my mom still managed to catch me.
I had moved into a dorm at the college down the street, and I was just embarking on a 3 month long drug binge which eventually led to my withdrawal from the university. As with most of my drug binges, this one began with benzos. This particular time I was combining kpin and xanax which makes me especially stupid.
So one night I decide to go out with some friends who invited me out to dinner. They were people I knew from my old church youth group so I thought it would be really fun to get fucked up around a bunch of christians. I was told that this one girl had a crush on me and wanted to fuck me, but I wasn't really attracted to her. I didn't find her features particularly appealing until I took my 10th mg of kpin DURR. (note: choose your mate before getting totally obliterated, not after)
At some point she asked me if she could have a kpin and I thought why not. Its only 2mg! They were cheap anyway. Little did I know she was on a bunch of mood stabilizers that didn't seem to react well with the clonazepam. She was OUT for an hour or so. I think everyone thought I had given her some date rape drug, but why would I do that when she already wanted to fuck me?!
Anyway, fast forward to the next morning and I wake up and she is in my bed. We didn't fuck don't worry, but what we did do was enough to make me regret it instantly. I'm like "uh I gotta take you home, I have...a paper" So I take her home, go back to the dorm, take a shower to wash off the sin, and I don't hear from her for days.
One week later I find out the girl tried to kill herself! I also find out that she was not 18. I also find out that her parents know everything about me and my personal pharmacy. I am freaking out thinking I am going to jail, so I talk to my friend online who unfortunately had a lot of experience with this sort of thing. Why I chose to discuss this on the computer at my parents house? I don't know.
One night I get home and my mom asks, "Who is Rachel?"
"This girl I know from youth group, why?"
"Oh I was just on the computer and I found a conversation you left up about her."
BULLSHIT. She was logging my conversations. So I make it my mission in life to delete the logs before my dad gets home. But my dad gets home before I expect him to, and my mom has been interrogating me the whole time I had a chance to delete the logs.
So my dad walks in, clueless. I say "I gotta go check my email". My mom doesn't suspect anything, at first. Then she creeps up behind me to see what I am doing, with another bullshit chore, like waxing the computer desk or some shit. I am not fast enough. She catches a glimpse of what I am doing and fucking FREAKS OUT.
"What are you doing?!"
"Uh checking my email..."
"No you're not!"
At that point I know I am fucked either way, so I just decide to bum rush my mission objective. As soon as I open the folder to delete the rest of the logs, my mom tries to grab the mouse, and we start wrestling over it.
My dad walks in like WTF? Then he starts freaking out because he has no idea what is going on.
I manage the pry the mouse and keyboard from my moms arms and get the files in the trash. I am holding down the mouse with all of my weight as I try to pull down the menu to empty the trash. All the while my mom is trying to tackle me and pull my arm off the mouse, screaming at my dad "STOP HIM JEFF!"
He's like "what the hell is going on?!"
My mom is yelling "THE FILES JEFF! HE IS DELETING THE FILES!"
By that point I had already managed to delete the evidence, and I just started laughing because of how insane the whole ordeal was.
I will never forget my mom yelling that. The whole episode already seemed pretty absurd, but then she had to say something like that. I felt like I was in some thriller movie about a computer crime conspiracy. I couldn't help but laugh at her right after that. My dad eventually heard the whole story and I got interrogated by him for days after that. He had me convinced that I was going to jail, but I never heard anything about it from the girls parents or even her. FIN
Anyway, this story didn't happen while I was living at my parents house, but my mom still managed to catch me.
I had moved into a dorm at the college down the street, and I was just embarking on a 3 month long drug binge which eventually led to my withdrawal from the university. As with most of my drug binges, this one began with benzos. This particular time I was combining kpin and xanax which makes me especially stupid.
So one night I decide to go out with some friends who invited me out to dinner. They were people I knew from my old church youth group so I thought it would be really fun to get fucked up around a bunch of christians. I was told that this one girl had a crush on me and wanted to fuck me, but I wasn't really attracted to her. I didn't find her features particularly appealing until I took my 10th mg of kpin DURR. (note: choose your mate before getting totally obliterated, not after)
At some point she asked me if she could have a kpin and I thought why not. Its only 2mg! They were cheap anyway. Little did I know she was on a bunch of mood stabilizers that didn't seem to react well with the clonazepam. She was OUT for an hour or so. I think everyone thought I had given her some date rape drug, but why would I do that when she already wanted to fuck me?!
Anyway, fast forward to the next morning and I wake up and she is in my bed. We didn't fuck don't worry, but what we did do was enough to make me regret it instantly. I'm like "uh I gotta take you home, I have...a paper" So I take her home, go back to the dorm, take a shower to wash off the sin, and I don't hear from her for days.
One week later I find out the girl tried to kill herself! I also find out that she was not 18. I also find out that her parents know everything about me and my personal pharmacy. I am freaking out thinking I am going to jail, so I talk to my friend online who unfortunately had a lot of experience with this sort of thing. Why I chose to discuss this on the computer at my parents house? I don't know.
One night I get home and my mom asks, "Who is Rachel?"
"This girl I know from youth group, why?"
"Oh I was just on the computer and I found a conversation you left up about her."
BULLSHIT. She was logging my conversations. So I make it my mission in life to delete the logs before my dad gets home. But my dad gets home before I expect him to, and my mom has been interrogating me the whole time I had a chance to delete the logs.
So my dad walks in, clueless. I say "I gotta go check my email". My mom doesn't suspect anything, at first. Then she creeps up behind me to see what I am doing, with another bullshit chore, like waxing the computer desk or some shit. I am not fast enough. She catches a glimpse of what I am doing and fucking FREAKS OUT.
"What are you doing?!"
"Uh checking my email..."
"No you're not!"
At that point I know I am fucked either way, so I just decide to bum rush my mission objective. As soon as I open the folder to delete the rest of the logs, my mom tries to grab the mouse, and we start wrestling over it.
My dad walks in like WTF? Then he starts freaking out because he has no idea what is going on.
I manage the pry the mouse and keyboard from my moms arms and get the files in the trash. I am holding down the mouse with all of my weight as I try to pull down the menu to empty the trash. All the while my mom is trying to tackle me and pull my arm off the mouse, screaming at my dad "STOP HIM JEFF!"
He's like "what the hell is going on?!"
My mom is yelling "THE FILES JEFF! HE IS DELETING THE FILES!"
By that point I had already managed to delete the evidence, and I just started laughing because of how insane the whole ordeal was.
I will never forget my mom yelling that. The whole episode already seemed pretty absurd, but then she had to say something like that. I felt like I was in some thriller movie about a computer crime conspiracy. I couldn't help but laugh at her right after that. My dad eventually heard the whole story and I got interrogated by him for days after that. He had me convinced that I was going to jail, but I never heard anything about it from the girls parents or even her. FIN
Swift Serenity
Bluelighter
oh wow.
nice story adio
nice story adio
Ivan420
Bluelighter
Sounds JUST like my school....the administration are fucking idiots.....god i hate those mother fuckers...
First time i was ever caught was on the night before the LAST DAY of 7th grade....i got home and my moms was like "ivan i need to take you about something" in that tone that only means that you know somthing shitty is about to happen. she had searched my guitar case cuz she said she heard me rumaging through it one morning (what kinda reason is that to invade my privacy???) She had found the wooden pipe that i has made in woodshop (it was raw as fuck) among some porn and asorted other paraphenlia. she was amazingly cool about it and said that this was my one get-out-of-jail-free card, but she did make me give up the pipe. after being caught numerous times, as well as 4 years older...im allowed to smoke weed and drink as long as i stay out of trouble...wich im actually way more moedrate about now that its ok...ironic...hhahahaha
My fam dont go on vacation except maybe once a year in the summer down the jersey shore, it depends how money is doin that year so it aint every year, we used to go to wildwood, but then my pops met this lady at his work, that had a beach house in Ocean City NJ. Well it is a reallll nice community very rich and kind of like a "pleasant family destination"not like wildwood or atlantic city with their kind of grimey fun vibe. But this broad would rent her house, to us for the whole week, for$500! For the whole week! To those of yall who dont know, that is like unheard of for a beach house down the jersey shore,even the most crappiest, most beat-assest little house will be a couple hundred a night, forget a week.
So anyways they get this good deal so we are goin to OC instead of wildwood, now wildwood is the shit, i wouldnt probably e ven bring my own trees cuz u can always find some punk rock kid or some lil soulja boy wannabe slangin some bud, plus with the way jersey is, theres always a good chance of runnin into somebody you know on the boardwalk anyways. But ocean city is way different its a very nice community like i said, lots of white yuppies n shit, so its mad boring. I really didnt want to go one year but i was like 19 or 20 and i figured wat the hell me and my BF can drive down seperate so we aint got to ride with them, and just stay for a day or two...But we had to bring some trees cuz u know it wasnt gonna be no fun without smoking in a quiet-ass town like that.
So my mom n pops aint big drinkers only on vacation they do jello shots n mojitos n shit like that. I had left a few g's of bud in my cig pack and one morning my dad was actin all pissed n shit and my moms told me he seen my pack on the counter and looked inside and there was bud in it. But for some reason it was in the same place as it had been before and he didnt take the weed. To this day i still dont know why he didnt take it, but it seemed a little lighter afterwards. I think he might of pinched some and smoked it, cuz my dad aint the type of dude to be happy about catchin me smokin bud. but moms was like its vacation, we aint gonna let your irresponsibility and inconsiderateness and the fact that you cant stop smoking weed just for 3 god damn days ruin our vacation we came here to have fun so dont let us catch you again cuz it aint gonna be nice, and you better not fucking smoke in the house or get caught smoking.
And that was it really. i still think it was mad weird cuz they always knew i did drugs n smoked n shit but never actually caught me while using, etc so it was kindd of dont ask dont tell, but whenever they did find evidence it was always a bad problem that didnt go over good. it was mad cool of them to let it slide but i think it was more cuz they wanted to enjoy their one week of the year of not having to work like slaves busting they asses 6 days a week, and was more interested in that than havin to yell at me and shit.
The next year after that tho, i had been using oxy since like october of the year before, like everyday, and then had got back into dope again ( i started out as a dopehead,quit, then started oxy like, oh it aint dope so i can control it. then of course ended up on dope again when oxy cost to much.) So anyways, i had been doin the oxy thing since october, it was now j uly and i was mixin my oxy, methadone, and dope rotating each one for a few days at a time then switchin again , well it came to be time to go down the shore and i could not locate a fucking pill or a bag to save my life!
At that time i was avoidin coppin in paterson cuz i had beeen out the game a few years and knew better than to get popped crusin around for dope , so i had somebody doin it for me but they went AWOL and got locked up right before my vacation. so i had the fun time of kickin dope down there, but i still hadnt realized that i had a habit cuz i wasnt realizing how i was starting to slip again , and then when it hit me like, i cant sleep, its to hot, its to cold, i was like FFFFFFFUUUUUUUCKKKKK I did it again!!!
the sad thing is now i will actually turn down a all expenses paid vacation if you tell me that i got to leave tomorrow to go to a wonderful vacation , if i cant get the right amount of dope before i go. ive missed out on my fams vacation a few times cuz of this, its really pathetic , the wonderful things a heroin addiction will do for you....
Chainer
Bluelighter
I live with my father, who is totally okay with natural, grow it yourself drugs (weed/shrooms), and LSD, because he liked it when he was younger. He isn't okay with benzos or cigs, though. Because of this, I've never really gotten in trouble, only disappointed looks
Swift Serenity
Bluelighter
Hops
Bluelighter
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This story is pretty epic in my opinion hahaha
TwistedReality
Bluelighter
^ It's even funnier when you know his parents, because I can see this whole damn thing happening in my head.
