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Stories of being caught by parents

^ Totally agree. It's really a shame that it was hard for me to see it from their perspective when I was doing stuff like that. You just don't get it when you're younger though. It's strange how you think you know it all but then you get older, look back and think "Man, what a dick!" lol.
 
Yeah lol. I hate to hear anything along the lines of "lets smoke by the window"
Dumb, and shady..and just plain not worth it. You're 18+...move out.
 
leftwing said:
fuck yeah man, i still get down in my jocks and whack up. im normally shooting up in my bathroom, lounge or own room so i like to get comfortable.

shooting up at 16 though? youve got a lot better things to enjoy then a shot of dope at that age
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first time I shot up i was 14, shit....make me feel bad and shit now lefty
 
azbat1 said:
Unfortunately, one night the wife went thru my bureau and found a bunch of bags of H. She called me at work screaming about the big D! I went home and told her it was coke I was using to stay up to work at night. She believed me and had me throw out the bags in the trash. Telling me to never do this again or else. When she was sleeping I snuck down and took the bags back from out of the trash! Yikes!
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Hahaha azbat...A good friend of mine is in his mid 30's, on the outside u would think me n him got nothin in comon except we both (ex) dope feens...hes a professional kinda yuppie lifestyle (not a yuppie inside, just lives that 'perfect' yuppie life tho), wife, kid, nice house, super good paying job, etc...all that "normal" life that ppl of that age expect...anyways hes maintinaing this huge ass IV dope habit the whole time, and she caught him so many times and he got out of it just like u did, He had his wife believin that the dope stamps were empty bags of research chemicals he had ordered online :D
 
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ORANGLICKER you are halarious!!



I was hanging out with my two best friends at one of my best friends houses, and me and my other friend are craving a session but my other best friend (lets call her Mary) didnt smoke but she was cool with us doing it at hers. So we are chillin at the back and suddenly mary is like "aw you guys are having so much fun, do you think i could have some of your weed?" and we are like, "are you sure?" becuase we knew how much she didnt want to be a pot-smoker but she insisted she wanted to try it.
After her first uncomfortable cone she goes all calm, but suddenly she starts freaking out, talking about how by smoking she has invited in demons and ghosts into the house and starts going crazy with incense. Me and my other best friend are like "wtf man?" and we just put her to bed.
The next day mary is acting weird and I start getting paranoid that she is going to say something to her parents about us gettting high so I straight up tell her that I need to go back to my boarding school (which i was living at at the time) but I told her that "if you ever said anything about us getting high, my mum will pull me out of boarding school and make me move back home, i just want you to understand how badly this will fuck me up".

Anyways, that night my mum calls me saying how she knows everything and that I am totally fucked to the fullest extent, she tells me how shes already booked flights to come down and pull me out of boarding school. Over-reaction or what?! Then I find out that mary had called my mum AND my bestfriends parents AND my boarding school and had told them all everything I had ever done wrong in my entire life, not only the weed (I had started smoking at 13) but partying, boys, drinking, smoking etc etc. Anyway, somehow after a few days I managed to convince my mum that everything I had told mary had been a lie that I just said to sound cool and "fit in" with the crowd. She totally bought it, but it made me feel like absolute shit because now my mum thought I was a complete tryhard and a fake, liar who bullshits to make myself sound better. I hate everyone who is like that.

BUT its all okay now, in fact the whole experience made my mum trust me more! For the rest of my highschool life she was totally trusting of me and let me go to parties whenever and pretty much do whatever I wanted. I think she realised that I was going to do my own thing and that trying to control me would have just made me rebel even worse.
ALSO I completely divorced that mary bitch as a friend and never spoke a word to her again, even to this day I haven't even looked in her direction. Plus, she lost all her friends when everyone found out how bad she fucked me and my best friend over.
 
Fuck, I have a story I am really ashamed of.

So, summer two years ago when I was fourteen, it was the summer I really got into doing drugs and the summer that my good friend who lives in England came over to Canada. The year before that (when I was 13) I was introduced to alcohol and weed, and my mom never had a problem with that. So anyways, the summer when I was fourteen me and my friends would always go pick up a quarter, smoke some blunts, find someone to buy us booze then hit up the skatepark until we could get the booze to bingedrink (keep in mind we did this literally every night for 3 weeks, until my friend had to go back to England). So, eventually my mom catches on, due to the fact that we always did it at my house (single mom who is always working her ass off so is never home.. which is why I feel bad). So, obviously the trust starts to break down, and she starts thinking I have a problem more and more. Well, it just so happens that this is also the time that I get introduced to MDMA and Shrooms. So, after finally stopping binge drinking and cutting back on smoking, I start doing MDMA. I did it 2 times in 1 week, and after discovering Erowid and Bluelight, I started only doing it once every month and a half to not suffer brain damage. Well, due to being fucked up all the time the summer went by like a breeze and we're now in the last weekend of summer, so me and my good friend (who is 2 years older) decide it would be a brilliant idea to take 4 grams of shrooms each. Keep in mind that during this time, I have never really been caught, except a couple times for weed, which my mom at the time was fine with. Also, it was my first time doing shrooms.

So, it's a beautiful day and me and my friend go and pick up the shrooms. Our other friend decides to buy some too, but he had to go to lacrosse so couldn't stay with us to take them. So we go up to my room and start munching on the shrooms, and eventually went into my TV room to watch T.V. The shrooms start kicking in just as we happen to stumble upon Coronation Street. All the female's voices in that show sounded demonic, so we decided it was a good idea to get out to my backyard and have a bong session. We're having a good time, and the shrooms are really starting to kick-in, and I notice that my mom keeps texting me. She's asking me what I'm doing, what's up and all that good stuff, and I just say that I was hanging out at the house. Normally, she would just say something along the lines of, "O.K cool, I'll be home at XXX time for dinner, text me if you go anywhere" and that would be the end. But, she keeps texting me and the shrooms keep kicking in more and more. Eventually, I invite three of my other friends over just to hang out, and my mom's texts keep coming on and on. Then, at one point we're all sitting around the table, just talking about how badly me and my friend were tripping, and my mom keeps texting. But this time, she reminds me how we had to go out for dinner in an hour and I was kind of like W.T.F? In this state? I make up some bullshit lie that I'm going to see a movie with my friend, and how I'll call her later... big mistake. This whole time, I kept letting my friends know how my mom was acting weird and kept texting me, and how I felt like something was up. Well, once she receives my text about me going to a movie, she calls me. (The conversation went roughly like so):

"Hey Mike, how's it going?"
"Pretty good (random shroom initiated laugh) I'm probably going to go see a movie soon"
"Well, you can do what you want, but I'd be really disappointed if you don't come out for dinner with us"

At this point I obviously know something is fucked, and I'm signaling to my friends, asking what the fuck could be up. Well, eventually after some really stupid ideas about how the trees are smiling at us, I come to realize that it was my mom's birthday that day. IT WAS MY MOMS FUCKING BIRTHDAY.

At this point I realize I am totally fucked. Really, what the fuck can you do when you've completely forgot about your only parent's birthday, and you're tripping on shrooms for your very first time? I'm still on the phone with her, and I quickly try to play it cool and say that I know it's her birthday and that I was joking about the movie. Well, it was too late.. she knew I completely forgot and said she was going to be home in an hour to come pick up food (turns out we weren't going out for dinner, but rather going to her friend's house for dinner). At this point, I'm not really sure what's happening because I'm so fucked up and I start laughing really badly. Considering only two out of the five of us sitting there were on something, everyone was asking what the fuck was up. So, I told them that I kinda forgot it was... it was my mom's birthday. Everyone starts laughing, and they all know I'm fucked. So, we decided to make my mom a birthday card and pick flowers for her, but by the time she got home she was fucking disappointed. Now that I think about it, the card wasn't even that bad, and was actually pretty fucking funny when I saw it sober. To finish off the story, my mom left with my brother (whom she had arrived with) and walked down the street to my mom's friend's house for dinner. I told them I'd be there in a bit, as I had to get everyone out of the house. After everyone wishes me luck, I walk down the street, and my high is completely fucking killed now. I'm still having visuals, and I distinctly recall the walls moving the entire night at my mom's friend's house, but I no longer had the happy everything-is-fucking-hilarious mental feeling. When I arrive at my mom's friend's house, everyone is all like, "Hey Mike! We're glad you showed up" and everyone was telling me that it was better to show up late than never. Thankfully, after this whole ordeal my mom was actually kinda cool with it, as I told her I had smoked weed (she didn't find out about the shrooms!) and that I didn't want to upset her during her birthday...

To this day, even though it was fucking hilarious, I still feel very bad for my mom, and couldn't ever imagine doing something like that ever again. This was the start of a general breakdown of trust and my mom accusing me of using hard drugs (which at the time was only MDMA). Thankfully, I've repaired the trust I've lost over the past two years, which, somewhat ironically it was the past year which I've actually started doing hard drugs.

Another story I have is when we were smoking in my upstairs terrace and my mom came home without us knowing. We had been smoking at my house for years, so when we heard her come up we tried to hide everything, but weren't really panicking as she had seen us smoke joints before. Well, this time we weren't smoking joints, but smoking out of a bong. My mom grew up in Oakville (If anyone lives near Toronto, they know how secluded Oakville is) and has only ever smoked weed three times - the first time when she was 24 years old. Well, she flipped her fucking shit when she saw the bong. She dragged all of us downstairs and gave us this huge fucking lecture of how we're ruining our lives. We're all fucking baked and are kind of like W.T.F? because she has seen us with ounces, grinding it up and rolling it, but when she sees a bong her attitude completely changes. She started comparing us to a man she sold a house to, who recently (after she sold the house to him - she's a real estate agent) go caught selling cocaine through his "laundromat". She was seriously comparing smoking weed with selling cocaine... At this point, she asks me to get that "thing" out of her house, so I proceed to put it in a garbage bag. I can tell she is really drunk, and that my friends are completely shitting themselves, so we kind of wiggle ourselves out of the situation by saying we're all going to quit smoking (lawl, yeah right). Eventually after more lecturing, we all go to bed. The next morning though, I go downstairs and the bong is still on my kitchen counter! I quickly hide it in the basement and tell my friends, who are still freaked out about what happened, and refuse to come back to my house that week. I got grounded for 2 weeks because of this. Thankfully though, when she happened to find the bong again in the basement, she just removed it and when I went to go find it to smoke out of it, it was gone! She never brought it up with me ever again, and I never got into anymore trouble after that.

This pretty much ends my story, and my mom actually trusts me now, as I haven't been caught doing anything in over a year. Thankfully she is very drug-naive and I have been coming up really hard on MDMA after insufllating lines in the bathroom and have been out to dinner with her while nodding out on morphine. I still feel very bad about these incidents, but I'm glad we both moved on :P
 
My story kinda sucks, and totally ruined my year last year. My fault though but still.

Me and a friend decided to start dealing pills because we thought we would be great at it, we made like 4 deals and only made like 120 bucks and it lasted 2 days. Anyways, for some reason my other friend decided to write down all the shit about drug dealing that we should know and thought it would help us or something, so he gave it to me and i went home with it in my backpack. My parents were already pretty pissed because of all the skipping i did and the suspicious that i was doing ecstasy and smoking ganja.

So i went to work that night, and came back to my parents sitting at the kitchen table with a bag of weed, pills, a bottle of 5htp and that list that my friend wrote. I knew i was fucked. We had a huge ass discussion and an hour later i got grounded for 2 months, no computer, no friends, nothing but school and work. Needless to say the grounding was terrible and i probably did more drugs during the grounding then i did not being grounded. My parents are fine with the pot smoking now and well the grounding was probably the worst part of my life. I did absolutely nothing during that time except read, smoke pot at school, sleep and occasionally do pills or something.
 
I've spent hours reading this great thread, I am happy to say that the times I have been caught by my mother drinking / smoking cigs or weed / finding out about pharms like Codeine, Diazepam etc. she just told me to wait until I was older and proceeded to tell me about her hippy years smoking Opium or eating LSD and growing weed in her front yard LOL. =D
We now sometimes smoke weed together and she doesn't mind picking up some DXM for me. She knows about my Oxy sniffing, mushrooms, Mescaline trips, DMT etc. and is cool about it. I got lucky having a mother like that <3.

We now grow poppies + she is a superb grower of the greens as well. :D

I remember selling hash in my school years and looking back it's been a miracle I never got caught with it... prolly because the entire school was basically an open air market. :\

I've had some close calls with the police but luck has been on my side so far... *grin* :)

-- Peace o/
 
On my 17th birthday I was chillin at my friends house with 2 xtc pills I bought earlier in the day. I was just about to take them when my sister hit me up for a G for the first time ever. So I was like cool, gonna go sell my sister a G and maybe smoke with her for the first time! A couple of my friends decided to come with me and give me a ride.

As we were walking to the car an undercover cop car or apartment security or something rolls up and two guys get out. They give us some story about how alot of drug deals have been going down around there and they're doing random searches. At this point I was nervous as fuck because I had all the shit on me, and I was super baked. Plus it was my birthday and I was supposed to get off probation that upcoming week (after 2 years)!!! The cop could definatly tell I was nervous.

So I tried being sneaky and had it all in my fist, and when I got the oppurtunity I threw it behind me. He didn't see me throw it but he saw it on the ground. "This wasn't there 2 secconds ago, either one of you admit to it or you're all getting charged". Didn't want to be fucked obviously, so I fessed up. He let the other 2 go after searching them (one of them had a gram in his pocket, cop didnt feel it haha).

So now there's like 5 cops there, and they're trying to get me to rat out who I get my shit from. I just make up a story about how some dude gave it all to me because it's my birthday, I didn't even know what to do with it! Then they start saying if I tell the truth they might not take me to jail. I stick with my original story and after about 20 minutes of interrigating me they give up and call my mom to pick me up. I was suprised as fuck, I was sure i'd be going to jail.

Anyway my mom comes and gets me, they tell her to expect a letter in the mail with my court date in a month or so. My mom knew I smoked weed at this time but nothing else, so she was pissed to say the least. If I were younger I would have been grounded for a long ass time.

1 year later and still haven't got charged with anything haha! I think the cops let me off easy because of the situation.

Still regret not taking the pills when I first got them. That would have been such a bomb night, had so much shit planned. Shoulda dipped ;D
 
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So last summer I had a big pile of Lyrica and Neurontin to play around with. I didn't really know how to use them, and sometimes they worked, and sometimes they didn't. I did them a few days in a row and got nothing, so I forgot about them.

Then I awoke very early one morning and got up and started writing on the computer. I popped 10 600mg Neurotin pills, which was my preferred dose for getting fucked up, but didn't really expect anything and forgot about it.

Then near the 4 hour mark I could feel myself getting more and more stoned and couldn't understand anything. Then I rememberd the Neurontin. There had been a week since I last used it and all the tolerance had gone down. And I was sooooo fucked, couldn't walk or speak, it was like being really drunk or stoned. This was all fun and I enjoyed myself as long as I was alone.

The problem was that the house I was renting in had just got a new owner and he had some things to do inside the apartment. So I let him in and I was soooo fucked and could barely talk. I blamed it on sleeping pills and other prescription medication, but don't know if he believed me. This was also in the early morning so looked extra bad. He called a few times to ask questions and I was barely able to form words, like I couldn't think. Neurontin really messes with your cognitive function at high doses. So that was really bad timing, can only imagine what it looked like.

Then after a couple of months I got a letter saying I had to move out, and I'm thinking that it probably had something to do with it. I also suspect them of going through my apartment when I wasn't home and finding my stash of pills (I keep them in a blue bowl all mixed up - sooooo naughty). Well, that's my story for now, hope it amused you guys.
 
my stepdad found a bag with 1.5lbs of some dank in my room, but i just followed the subtle smell to where he put it and got it out of my house right away and nothing ever really came of it.
 
the first time i tripped out, i tripped out hard, i was over my cousins, before we went into his moms house i was like yo im not ready for this lets break curfew
i cant talk, hes like dont sweat it,

so im sitting next to my aunt and im quiet as a mouse, and all im thinking about is what can i say that will make some sense, what can i say so she wont think im fucked up,
so from out of nowhere my dumb ass says i left my janes addiction tape at a football game

busted

i got grounded from like mid sept to thanksgiving,
 
Wow, I've been caught so many times by my parent's it's disgraceful. Someone up here mentioned changing there dealers name on there cell phone, ha, I did that, I changed my dealers name to my AA sponsors name. I once even dragged my mom to meet one of my dealers who I was buying methadone off of. I told her we were going to see a movie, and the dealer played along with it. (my mom wanted to make sure I was going to the movie with a nice boy.)
 
When I was in highschool I got my license the day of my 16th birthday, this making getting caught "directly" pretty hard. So most of the time my mom ( my dad is a former pothead / meth dealer, doesn't smoke weed anymore due to probation from the dope dealing) never caught me with weed or smoking.

The most enjoyable story of me being caught was when I was in the 10th grade.
My dad was just like most of us in highschool, smoked weed, dropped acid, rolled you know, the usual. Well one day I walked in on him watching YouTube videos of salvia trips, he proceeded to explain salvia to me; to this day I am still utterly amazed by hallucinogens, they're extremely interesing to me;

So after learning about salvia I'm instantly hooked on getting some. So I tell one of my friends (both became potheads together) about it and he's just as interested as I am. So a few months down the line we figure out how we can get some, his brother.

So to skip all the extra bullshit, just know we got some lol.
So we have our gram of 70x and free glass pipe that came with it and we're sitting in my friends room, his mom was gone somewhere, so being extremely anxious, we both decided we should smoke it in his room, at the same time.

So we opened up one of his windows and started toking. Not knowing anything about salvia other than "it puts you in another dimension -my dad) within 5 seconds it hits me and I pass the pipe.
10 mins into our salvia session we're tripping fucking balls having a great time.
But then we see his mom drive up, immediately this changes my mind set, bad.
I start crying, screaming, hitting the wall just freaking out.

So here's some food for thought, imagine having to sober up on salvia to talk to a parent. HARD, so when she eventually comes in his room, she smells the salvia, but asks if we've been smoking pot, at this point she's freaking out like a mental patient rambeling about us smoking pot.

Eventually she chilled thE fuck out and left. And we just sat there with that weird feeling you get after salvia trips.

Sorry about the length of this post, I took my adderall about to go to work ha
 
One of the hundred stories, this is the most recently. On reveillon 2010 I was alone in my house while my parents were on the beach that is 5 hours of distance (I live in Brazil). I was snorting coke on that night (dont post price) a lot really. So my mom got home, and I was tottaly high with powder in my nose. It wasnt the first time, so she phoned to my psych and he told her to put me in rehab. The ambulance came and I was so fucked up that I wanted them to give me morphine (stupid I know), of course they did'nt. I was shot with some antipsych and I passed out, but I woke after and I asked what time is it, and man said - 20 min to midnight. I sleept again and woke up in afternoon extremely desoriented and depressed. Worst newyears of my life I hope it never happens again.
 
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First time my mom found out I smoke cigarettes... I was driving her car the day before and flicked my cigarette out the window, but I swear the fucker flew back in and went to the backseat. So I quickly hit the breaks and stopped on the side of the highway to look for the damn thing but I couldn't find it! I finally said to hell with it, it prolly flew out anyways... The next morning as mom's getting in her car she promptly yells out my full name along with "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS CIGARETTE DONG ON MY FLOOR?!?!".... the damn thing was sitting by my feet the whole time ha
 
Great thread. :)

Back in high school my friend and I were smoking a bowl in my car in front of her house (very late at night). All of a sudden her dad comes out and knocks on the window. We were freaking out. So I roll down the window and he says "Oh my god what are you guys doing?? Are you crazy doing that in front of the house? Get in the back yard and smoke that!!"

He was such a cool guy. Turns out he couldn't drink because of health reasons so he smoked weed. Smoked many times with him from that point on. The good ol' days!
 
i have a dad and friends with parents that smoke weed, and there's nothing like sitting down with a parent that was part of the original american drug generation and discussing whatever pot-induced things come to mind.

i hope im cool when i get old.
 
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