Bomboclat
Bluelight Crew
aha thanks?
i think they just didnt wanna believe i was actually doing anything wrong
they're like that
but whatever haha
ill tell them the truth when i stop using
Stories of being caught by parents
- Thread starter Swift Serenity
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aha thanks?
i think they just didnt wanna believe i was actually doing anything wrong
they're like that
but whatever haha
ill tell them the truth when i stop using
Swift Serenity
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Misanthropic
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The very first time I got caught was in school as a freshman. I had some really smelly ass weed.I guess the spanish teacher smelled the shit on me and called the deans. I got expelled, had to go to court, and had to go to a total of 6 hours of drug classes. My parents had no idea i did anything and I was grounded until i got back into my old school (about 2 months.)
The next time was when I was 16, I smoked some H and passed out leaving the tin foil, the straw, and some residue on the tin foil. My parents tried to get me help, they even put me on suboxone, but I just sold the shit to other kids.
The last time, was also when I was 16, they walked in on me actually shooting up. Previously they had suspected me stealing their money and pawning their jewelery (which SWIM did) They kicked me out of the house, and never went back..
I'm 21 now and kicked the H habit but still do other wonderful drugs.
The next time was when I was 16, I smoked some H and passed out leaving the tin foil, the straw, and some residue on the tin foil. My parents tried to get me help, they even put me on suboxone, but I just sold the shit to other kids.
The last time, was also when I was 16, they walked in on me actually shooting up. Previously they had suspected me stealing their money and pawning their jewelery (which SWIM did) They kicked me out of the house, and never went back..
I'm 21 now and kicked the H habit but still do other wonderful drugs.
orangelicker
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My mother absolutely despises getting high. My father seems to think it's bad mostly because it is illegal, and he's not as crazy as my mom. She used to search my room, search me, call my friends' parents and tell them I was a druggy and so was their son, threaten to call the police (for smoking weed!), threaten to make me go to "rehab," keep money away from me, and distrust me. Nowdays it's not so bad, mostly because I don't smoke often and definitely not when I know I have to deal with them. And they think I've quit.
I've been caught smoking weed more times than I can count. My parents have caught me in the act just once or twice, but they've guessed and known that I was blazed numerous times. Most of the time, they would ignore it for a while and then all the sudden one day burst and say "we know you were high last monday, tuesday, wednesday, and friday, and yesterday and today!!!!!!"
This all started back right before the 8th grade. The first time I ever smoked and got high, it was a Tuesday night (a school night!) and I had to be home just 15 or 20 minutes after smoking. I was basically geeking hardcore riding my bike home. I went inside and tried to run upstairs without my mom seeing, but she just had to come out of her room and stop at the top of the stairs and force me to talk to her. I just kind of mubled a bunch of shit and she said "Are you feeling okay?" and I mumbled some more shit and went to my room. For the next 3 or 4 times I got high she was suspicious and forced me to talk to her, so that she could look into my eyes and whatnot.
One of the most notible times of my parents catching me in the act was one day, I decided to have just a tiny few hits in my bathroom. I had made a pipe out of a metal flashlight and a doobtube out of dryer sheets. My parents were downstairs watching a movie. I had the shower running and the tube ready... but one of the hits I guess I just forgot to blow into the tube. Also, apparently my mother had her ear up to the door and could hear the lighter clicking.
I was just about to put my shit away when I hear the door unlock from the outside. I immediately bodyslammed the door shut, locked it, and pulled out the drawer to block it. My mother reopened it but could not get in. She was outside yelling for me to open it.
I took the pipe and lighter and put them under the bag in the trash can....... and.... I took the bag of weed, spread my butt cheeks... and you get the picture.
Anyway, I opened the door and said to my mom "Leave me alone I was masturbating." LOL!
My mother replied, "So you get high and masturbate at the same time, huh?"
Anyway, they ended up finding the pipe/lighter but not the weed I had a long long long lecture and less trust than before. Grounded for a while as well.
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There is another story, involving DXM, that I would like to share.
Once upon a time I decided I wanted to chug a bottle of Delsym cough syrup in my bathroom, so I did. The crinkle of the safety seal was enough to set my mom off, and as I opened the door after chugging I saw her across the hall in my room "folding laundry." I knew something was up immediately because 1. she does not fold laundry in my room and 2. she does not fold laundry in my room UNLESS she wants to make it impossible for me to avoid her.
She walked up to the door where I was standing and said, "Why did I hear you flicking a lighter in the bathroom?" And before giving me a chance to answer she digs her hand into the pocket with the safety crinkle wrapper. It was obvious it was a medicine bottle seal and so she says, "What else do you have?"
With her blocking my way and not letting me get through I finally just show her the almost-empty bottle of Delsym. She freaks The FUCK out and says, "START THROWING UP, NOW!!!!" So I get on my knees and throw up just a tiny bit of the syrup as my mom ran into her room to find the ipecac. Her frantic actions led my little sister to believe that I had attempted suicide.
Anyway, I told her I threw up as much as I could. She could find the ipecac so she drags me into the car so we can go to the grocery store to find some. We go into Kroger and she couldn't find it... I sarcastcically suggested, "Why don't I just drink some hydrogen peroxide?" SOOOO she buys it. We get back to the car and I refused to drink it.
I told her to call poison control because I assumed they would calm her down and let her know that it wasn't going to kill me or cause any permanent damage... However the lady on the phone made it worse. "You need to take him to the emergency room right away, his life is in danger."
So anyway, by the time we get to the hospital I was tripping my balls off, barely could walk. I remember the receptionist laughing at me when my mom said, "Yes, we called about my son chugging cough syrup."
Anyway... this is getting really long so Ima try to shorten it up. Basically the doctors asked me if I was trying to kill myself and I simply said, "No. I was only trying to get high." The doctors told me I would be okay and they told my mom I would be okay, but they were going to keep us for a few hours "until it wears off." HA! They thought the effects only lasted up to 4 hours!!!!!!!
So I spent the next 3 hours or so in the emergency room, my mom crying, calling my family and stuff, and all that. My little sister still didn't know I wasn't trying to kill myself. I watched South Park for most of the time. It was funny.
Finally they released me, thinking I was mostly sober. HA! I was completely fucked up! The doctors had told my mother that the effects were similar to PCP... of course my mother thinks PCP is the KILL KILL RAPE RAPE GO INSANE drug, so of course she assumed that I would murder her if she did anything to upset me. I turned on the radio onto Infected Mushroom. It was pretty loud, and very trippy. My mother said NOTHING the ride home, probably in fear of me snapping and slamming her head into the window. Little did she know I was completely euphoric and would never hurt anything.
So those are my two best stories. There are more... I might post em another time.
I've been caught smoking weed more times than I can count. My parents have caught me in the act just once or twice, but they've guessed and known that I was blazed numerous times. Most of the time, they would ignore it for a while and then all the sudden one day burst and say "we know you were high last monday, tuesday, wednesday, and friday, and yesterday and today!!!!!!"
This all started back right before the 8th grade. The first time I ever smoked and got high, it was a Tuesday night (a school night!) and I had to be home just 15 or 20 minutes after smoking. I was basically geeking hardcore riding my bike home. I went inside and tried to run upstairs without my mom seeing, but she just had to come out of her room and stop at the top of the stairs and force me to talk to her. I just kind of mubled a bunch of shit and she said "Are you feeling okay?" and I mumbled some more shit and went to my room. For the next 3 or 4 times I got high she was suspicious and forced me to talk to her, so that she could look into my eyes and whatnot.
One of the most notible times of my parents catching me in the act was one day, I decided to have just a tiny few hits in my bathroom. I had made a pipe out of a metal flashlight and a doobtube out of dryer sheets. My parents were downstairs watching a movie. I had the shower running and the tube ready... but one of the hits I guess I just forgot to blow into the tube. Also, apparently my mother had her ear up to the door and could hear the lighter clicking.
I was just about to put my shit away when I hear the door unlock from the outside. I immediately bodyslammed the door shut, locked it, and pulled out the drawer to block it. My mother reopened it but could not get in. She was outside yelling for me to open it.
I took the pipe and lighter and put them under the bag in the trash can....... and.... I took the bag of weed, spread my butt cheeks... and you get the picture.
Anyway, I opened the door and said to my mom "Leave me alone I was masturbating." LOL!
My mother replied, "So you get high and masturbate at the same time, huh?"
Anyway, they ended up finding the pipe/lighter but not the weed
I had a long long long lecture and less trust than before. Grounded for a while as well.-----------------------------------------------------
There is another story, involving DXM, that I would like to share.
Once upon a time I decided I wanted to chug a bottle of Delsym cough syrup in my bathroom, so I did. The crinkle of the safety seal was enough to set my mom off, and as I opened the door after chugging I saw her across the hall in my room "folding laundry." I knew something was up immediately because 1. she does not fold laundry in my room and 2. she does not fold laundry in my room UNLESS she wants to make it impossible for me to avoid her.
She walked up to the door where I was standing and said, "Why did I hear you flicking a lighter in the bathroom?" And before giving me a chance to answer she digs her hand into the pocket with the safety crinkle wrapper. It was obvious it was a medicine bottle seal and so she says, "What else do you have?"
With her blocking my way and not letting me get through I finally just show her the almost-empty bottle of Delsym. She freaks The FUCK out and says, "START THROWING UP, NOW!!!!" So I get on my knees and throw up just a tiny bit of the syrup as my mom ran into her room to find the ipecac. Her frantic actions led my little sister to believe that I had attempted suicide.
Anyway, I told her I threw up as much as I could. She could find the ipecac so she drags me into the car so we can go to the grocery store to find some. We go into Kroger and she couldn't find it... I sarcastcically suggested, "Why don't I just drink some hydrogen peroxide?" SOOOO she buys it. We get back to the car and I refused to drink it.
I told her to call poison control because I assumed they would calm her down and let her know that it wasn't going to kill me or cause any permanent damage... However the lady on the phone made it worse. "You need to take him to the emergency room right away, his life is in danger."
So anyway, by the time we get to the hospital I was tripping my balls off, barely could walk. I remember the receptionist laughing at me when my mom said, "Yes, we called about my son chugging cough syrup."
Anyway... this is getting really long so Ima try to shorten it up. Basically the doctors asked me if I was trying to kill myself and I simply said, "No. I was only trying to get high." The doctors told me I would be okay and they told my mom I would be okay, but they were going to keep us for a few hours "until it wears off." HA! They thought the effects only lasted up to 4 hours!!!!!!!
So I spent the next 3 hours or so in the emergency room, my mom crying, calling my family and stuff, and all that. My little sister still didn't know I wasn't trying to kill myself. I watched South Park for most of the time. It was funny.
Finally they released me, thinking I was mostly sober. HA! I was completely fucked up! The doctors had told my mother that the effects were similar to PCP... of course my mother thinks PCP is the KILL KILL RAPE RAPE GO INSANE drug, so of course she assumed that I would murder her if she did anything to upset me. I turned on the radio onto Infected Mushroom. It was pretty loud, and very trippy. My mother said NOTHING the ride home, probably in fear of me snapping and slamming her head into the window. Little did she know I was completely euphoric and would never hurt anything.
So those are my two best stories. There are more... I might post em another time.
Damien
Bluelight Crew
^ please do. lol
orangelicker
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HAHA Okay I just thought of the best one ever.
One day, when I was 14 or so, my family and I rode bikes up to an ice cream store. At this time I was dumb and quite into shrooms and on the way to the ice cream place I saw these huge mushrooms (that I now know where unedible amanitas) and they just fascinated me. As we were leaving, I told my parents I wanted to ride ahead and so I did. I rode my bike as fast as humanly possible, stopped at the mushrooms (which were actually growing in this big mulch garden on the police station lawn) and stuffed 2 or 3 of the huge caps into my cargo pockets. They were about the size of my face.
Anyway, I rode home fast and put them in this box on the shelf of my closet. I wanted to take spore prints to see if I could identify them. A few days later I came home to find that they were no longer there... I don't quite remember how my mom brought it up but she just freaked out and yelled for a long long time. She asked what I planned to do with them and I just told her I was having some fun seeing if I could identify them.
At the time, I was being basically forced to see a psychologist and the mushrooms were brought up.
It went like this:
"Why did you have these mushrooms?"
Me - "I just wanted to see if I could tell what kind they are."
"How did you plan on doing that?"
Me - "There are people that can identify them. You can take spore prints and stuff and see what kind they are on the internet."
"Let's say you found out that they were in fact magic mushrooms. What were you planning on doing then?"
Me - "I would double check with multiple sources to make absolutely sure they were the right kind."
"Okay, let's say a mushroom expert told you that they were the right kind. You also had someone come and look at them, the "mushroom expert" in your town said they were real. What then?"
Me - "Then I would eat them."
This is when my mom started to cry. lol. I later found out they were in fact POISONOUS and definitely not psychedelic mushrooms.
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My mom also found a baggie of some real, good mushrooms. At the time I had been smoking a lot and had shit alll over my room. That weekend, my parents called me into their room.
I walked in to find their bed covered entirely in paraphernalia and such.
There were old empty baggies of weed, bags with seeds/stems, homemade pipes/bongs, tin foils, the mushrooms, old cigarette boxes, a tin can filled with cig butts, roaches, lighters, empty Delsym (dxm) bottles, and a cup of mushy smelly buttery weed that I had cooked, and a few other things that I don't remember. There was a LOT of shit.
Anyway, my parents kept asking me what random stuff was and I just straight up told them "That is old cooked weed. Those are stems. That's a pipe. Etc."
The funny thing was at the time I had 30 hits of LSD hidden in the same place as the shrooms and I didn't see them on the bed. However, my mother had fucking taken pictures of stuff she found in my room (there was still way more in my room!) and one of the pictures was of the acid. I told her I didn't know what it was and she never again brought that up, and all the acid got eaten too. I would have been pissed as hell if she had taken those.
Here is the good part: After the lecture my parents left their door open, with all the stuff spread out on the bed, and went downstairs. I had looked forward to eating those mushrooms sooo much I just couldn't leave them alone. So, I went into the bathroom and broke up this poparee (sp) stuff that is in a jar and makes the bathroom smell nice and look nice. They were the same color as the shrooms and so I took the pieces and replaced the shrooms with the pieces. Haha. Neither my mom nor dad ever said anything about that. The shrooms were excellent. & this was like, last year when I was 17.
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This is the last one I can think of right now:
In 8th grade, I was good friends with a kid that took adderall for his ADD. His cabinet was filled with adderalls 20mg, little yellow 5mg ritalins, and some 5/500 generic vicadins. Anyway, one day he told me I could have a few. Except I didn't have a few I had more like 5 adderalls and 10 ritalins and 5 vicadins.
That evening I had plans to go out to eat with a bunch of people and see a movie. I got home and I was excited and completely speeding hardcore and I just could not help but talk to my mom at 100 miles per hour for like 30 minutes. That's when she knew something was up. My sister offered to drive me to the restaurant and we were also offering rides to a few of my acquaintances. In the car I remember I was blurting shit out the whole time and my sister even asked me if I was on something. I was talking to fast that no one could comprehend what I was saying like, "ohmygodiamsoexcitedtoseethismovieohmygodthisisgonnabesoawesomeareyouguysreadyimsoexcitedohmygod"
I crashed hard during the movie and started crying on my girlfriend's shoulder (she didn't know what was up) and I couldn't even explain why. I just felt like I was in hell.
The whole night was filled with me snorting more ritalins, me sitting on my bed rocking back and forth and my licking my lips. I was hallucinating faces laughing and me and shit.
At about 5 in the morning I was cutting up a ritalin to snort and my dad all the sudden busts in and asks me why im still up. I managed to blow the powder onto the carpet... I'm sure he saw something but just didn't say anything about it.
The next day I had horribly chapped lips and all that shit. My parents made me come in their room and my dad said "Your mother thinks you were on drugs yesterday but I told her I didn't think so. We are going to take you to get a drug test." So, I figured I should just come out and say it. I told them my friend gave me his ADD medication because I wanted to see if it would help me focus and it did.
My mom, after my psychologist insisting to do so, called my friend's parents and told them that I had taken some of their pills. My friend told his parents that we had thought it was just high strength headache medicine and that I wasn't trying to get high or anything like that. His parents believed him and my parents believed him, so they have nothing against him.
Believe it or not, my psychologist asked me about the experience when I told him I was experimenting to see if it helped me focus. From that, he helped me get a script to concerta (ritalin, methylphenidate). How awesome! Except the concerta made me sweat balls and I discontinued use, even though it really did make school awesome and fun and exciting.
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Last, I remember another time I was caught using DXM. Well, I still don't think my parents knew what I was high on. But heres the story: ( i hope you guys like reading these as much as i like writing them lol )
It was a friday night and my older friend had bought me a bottle of robitussin. That night was a talent show at my high school and I really wanted to go tripping. So, at about 5 oclock I chugged the syrup and waited.
I didn't expect to get as fucked up as I did. I was playing Sonic the Hedgehog listening to Shpongle and somehow managed to pass the FUCK out and have insane out of body experiences. The only bad part was I couldn't talk. At all. My mom came in my room and asked me if I was still going to the show and I just could not get anything out.
Later when I regained a bit of consciousness I attempted to ask my sister to drive me, but I'm pretty sure I mumbled "hmhhhmhcnnhhyyuyyyuyyuudiiiriiiiivmiiiiiiiiiiii"
So, I gave up and just layed back on my bed. Later that night my father came in when he got home. He sat down in the chair next to my bed and said,
"So, son. Your mother tells me you're high as a kite."
All I could manage to say was "yup."
Following that was a big long lecture in a language I could not understand (English lol). I basically just nodded and acted like I felt bad.
The next morning when I woke up I went outside and sat in my yard for about an hour, unable to think. I came inside after who knows how long to see my dad making breakfast. He acted like he was happy to see me but I know he was pissed. He continued to lecture me and I still did not hear a word he said.
Basically, there was no punishment except loss of trust as always. They thought the lecturing was punishment enough... but they don't know I couldn't understand any of it. haha.
One day, when I was 14 or so, my family and I rode bikes up to an ice cream store. At this time I was dumb and quite into shrooms and on the way to the ice cream place I saw these huge mushrooms (that I now know where unedible amanitas) and they just fascinated me. As we were leaving, I told my parents I wanted to ride ahead and so I did. I rode my bike as fast as humanly possible, stopped at the mushrooms (which were actually growing in this big mulch garden on the police station lawn) and stuffed 2 or 3 of the huge caps into my cargo pockets. They were about the size of my face.
Anyway, I rode home fast and put them in this box on the shelf of my closet. I wanted to take spore prints to see if I could identify them. A few days later I came home to find that they were no longer there... I don't quite remember how my mom brought it up but she just freaked out and yelled for a long long time. She asked what I planned to do with them and I just told her I was having some fun seeing if I could identify them.
At the time, I was being basically forced to see a psychologist and the mushrooms were brought up.
It went like this:
"Why did you have these mushrooms?"
Me - "I just wanted to see if I could tell what kind they are."
"How did you plan on doing that?"
Me - "There are people that can identify them. You can take spore prints and stuff and see what kind they are on the internet."
"Let's say you found out that they were in fact magic mushrooms. What were you planning on doing then?"
Me - "I would double check with multiple sources to make absolutely sure they were the right kind."
"Okay, let's say a mushroom expert told you that they were the right kind. You also had someone come and look at them, the "mushroom expert" in your town said they were real. What then?"
Me - "Then I would eat them."
This is when my mom started to cry. lol. I later found out they were in fact POISONOUS and definitely not psychedelic mushrooms.
- - - - - - - - - - -
My mom also found a baggie of some real, good mushrooms. At the time I had been smoking a lot and had shit alll over my room. That weekend, my parents called me into their room.
I walked in to find their bed covered entirely in paraphernalia and such.
There were old empty baggies of weed, bags with seeds/stems, homemade pipes/bongs, tin foils, the mushrooms, old cigarette boxes, a tin can filled with cig butts, roaches, lighters, empty Delsym (dxm) bottles, and a cup of mushy smelly buttery weed that I had cooked, and a few other things that I don't remember. There was a LOT of shit.
Anyway, my parents kept asking me what random stuff was and I just straight up told them "That is old cooked weed. Those are stems. That's a pipe. Etc."
The funny thing was at the time I had 30 hits of LSD hidden in the same place as the shrooms and I didn't see them on the bed. However, my mother had fucking taken pictures of stuff she found in my room (there was still way more in my room!) and one of the pictures was of the acid. I told her I didn't know what it was and she never again brought that up, and all the acid got eaten too. I would have been pissed as hell if she had taken those.
Here is the good part: After the lecture my parents left their door open, with all the stuff spread out on the bed, and went downstairs. I had looked forward to eating those mushrooms sooo much I just couldn't leave them alone. So, I went into the bathroom and broke up this poparee (sp) stuff that is in a jar and makes the bathroom smell nice and look nice. They were the same color as the shrooms and so I took the pieces and replaced the shrooms with the pieces. Haha. Neither my mom nor dad ever said anything about that. The shrooms were excellent. & this was like, last year when I was 17.
- - - - - - - - - -
This is the last one I can think of right now:
In 8th grade, I was good friends with a kid that took adderall for his ADD. His cabinet was filled with adderalls 20mg, little yellow 5mg ritalins, and some 5/500 generic vicadins. Anyway, one day he told me I could have a few. Except I didn't have a few I had more like 5 adderalls and 10 ritalins and 5 vicadins.
That evening I had plans to go out to eat with a bunch of people and see a movie. I got home and I was excited and completely speeding hardcore and I just could not help but talk to my mom at 100 miles per hour for like 30 minutes. That's when she knew something was up. My sister offered to drive me to the restaurant and we were also offering rides to a few of my acquaintances. In the car I remember I was blurting shit out the whole time and my sister even asked me if I was on something. I was talking to fast that no one could comprehend what I was saying like, "ohmygodiamsoexcitedtoseethismovieohmygodthisisgonnabesoawesomeareyouguysreadyimsoexcitedohmygod"
I crashed hard during the movie and started crying on my girlfriend's shoulder (she didn't know what was up) and I couldn't even explain why. I just felt like I was in hell.
The whole night was filled with me snorting more ritalins, me sitting on my bed rocking back and forth and my licking my lips. I was hallucinating faces laughing and me and shit.
At about 5 in the morning I was cutting up a ritalin to snort and my dad all the sudden busts in and asks me why im still up. I managed to blow the powder onto the carpet... I'm sure he saw something but just didn't say anything about it.
The next day I had horribly chapped lips and all that shit. My parents made me come in their room and my dad said "Your mother thinks you were on drugs yesterday but I told her I didn't think so. We are going to take you to get a drug test." So, I figured I should just come out and say it. I told them my friend gave me his ADD medication because I wanted to see if it would help me focus and it did.
My mom, after my psychologist insisting to do so, called my friend's parents and told them that I had taken some of their pills. My friend told his parents that we had thought it was just high strength headache medicine and that I wasn't trying to get high or anything like that. His parents believed him and my parents believed him, so they have nothing against him.
Believe it or not, my psychologist asked me about the experience when I told him I was experimenting to see if it helped me focus. From that, he helped me get a script to concerta (ritalin, methylphenidate). How awesome! Except the concerta made me sweat balls and I discontinued use, even though it really did make school awesome and fun and exciting.
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Last, I remember another time I was caught using DXM. Well, I still don't think my parents knew what I was high on. But heres the story: ( i hope you guys like reading these as much as i like writing them lol )
It was a friday night and my older friend had bought me a bottle of robitussin. That night was a talent show at my high school and I really wanted to go tripping. So, at about 5 oclock I chugged the syrup and waited.
I didn't expect to get as fucked up as I did. I was playing Sonic the Hedgehog listening to Shpongle and somehow managed to pass the FUCK out and have insane out of body experiences. The only bad part was I couldn't talk. At all. My mom came in my room and asked me if I was still going to the show and I just could not get anything out.
Later when I regained a bit of consciousness I attempted to ask my sister to drive me, but I'm pretty sure I mumbled "hmhhhmhcnnhhyyuyyyuyyuudiiiriiiiivmiiiiiiiiiiii"
So, I gave up and just layed back on my bed. Later that night my father came in when he got home. He sat down in the chair next to my bed and said,
"So, son. Your mother tells me you're high as a kite."
All I could manage to say was "yup."
Following that was a big long lecture in a language I could not understand (English lol). I basically just nodded and acted like I felt bad.
The next morning when I woke up I went outside and sat in my yard for about an hour, unable to think. I came inside after who knows how long to see my dad making breakfast. He acted like he was happy to see me but I know he was pissed. He continued to lecture me and I still did not hear a word he said.
Basically, there was no punishment except loss of trust as always. They thought the lecturing was punishment enough... but they don't know I couldn't understand any of it. haha.
Tranced
Bluelight Crew
Ignorance is bliss. Of course they know, hence so many people getting caught. They'd just rather live in denial.
First time I got caught by my parents I was like 15 years old maybe 16. Had already been smoking pot for 2 years and thought I was invincible and that my mom was oblivious to the fact that I was getting high.
So I had a few buddies over one Saturday afternoon. We would smoke out in the basement bathroom next to my room to keep the smoke in the room and air it out once we were done. We had just started smoking when I hear my mom coming down the stairs. There I was with two other dudes in my bathroom and I think, "Do I admit to smoking pot? or should I act gay and pretend we are in some gay circle jerk?"
Well, it didn't even get that far as the minute she walked in she smelled the pot smoke and found our bong. It was a sad sad day. RIP Bubbles. My first bong.
So I had a few buddies over one Saturday afternoon. We would smoke out in the basement bathroom next to my room to keep the smoke in the room and air it out once we were done. We had just started smoking when I hear my mom coming down the stairs. There I was with two other dudes in my bathroom and I think, "Do I admit to smoking pot? or should I act gay and pretend we are in some gay circle jerk?"
Well, it didn't even get that far as the minute she walked in she smelled the pot smoke and found our bong. It was a sad sad day. RIP Bubbles. My first bong.
aoe2junkie
Bluelighter
once my dad threw out my prescripted dexedrine, adderalls, klonopins, xanax and ativans and said i didnt need that dope. i got back at him by throwing out his heart medication and cholesterol pills and said he only needed asprin, not the dope his doctor gave me.
they did ask me if i had a problem/if i was addicted and that if i was they would help me out. but i told them i wasnt (which i was definitely not) and they told me that the offer stands if i ever need help.
ChinbarWhalloped
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I actually got caught not too long ago. Heres how;
Me and my mates (one of which is no longer a mate, you'll find out why in a second), decided to have a party. So on the second day of the party one of my mates tells me hes gettin some bird he knows to call out, so I say "yeah no probs tell her to call out" & give him my phone to text her off, she comes out and everything is sound, no problems at all. The next day me and the same lad head up to the shopping centre to grab a carryout from the off license to cure everyones come downs and I get a call from my mum asking me to stop in on the way past, which I then did.. When I get in I speak to my mum for awhile and she asks who my mate is, as shes never seen him before and I've only known him for a month or two and I tell her his name and she replys "Oh so that is xxxx", and I say "Yeah why?" and she then hands her phone to me and shows me the text message she received from my phone the night before.. "well whats happenin? just got a big bag of coke and a load of e's, fancy callin up for a party"
His excuse for that was my mum's number & the girl's he was texting ended in the last 3 digits and I didn't have my mum's new number saved in contacts... Nice one eh.
Me and my mates (one of which is no longer a mate, you'll find out why in a second), decided to have a party. So on the second day of the party one of my mates tells me hes gettin some bird he knows to call out, so I say "yeah no probs tell her to call out" & give him my phone to text her off, she comes out and everything is sound, no problems at all. The next day me and the same lad head up to the shopping centre to grab a carryout from the off license to cure everyones come downs and I get a call from my mum asking me to stop in on the way past, which I then did.. When I get in I speak to my mum for awhile and she asks who my mate is, as shes never seen him before and I've only known him for a month or two and I tell her his name and she replys "Oh so that is xxxx", and I say "Yeah why?" and she then hands her phone to me and shows me the text message she received from my phone the night before.. "well whats happenin? just got a big bag of coke and a load of e's, fancy callin up for a party"
His excuse for that was my mum's number & the girl's he was texting ended in the last 3 digits and I didn't have my mum's new number saved in contacts... Nice one eh.
Damien
Bluelight Crew
lol nice stories orangelicker.
donkeyPUNCH
Bluelight Crew
hahaha man these are great... what a shame some peoples parent's flip out like this though...
when I was younger and my mom cared about that kind of stuff I got caught with a few bowls and stuff but she never ever flipped like some of you guys' folks. god damn, passing out and waking up in a mental hospital? I'd never speak to my mother again if she pulled some psycho shit like that.
when I was younger and my mom cared about that kind of stuff I got caught with a few bowls and stuff but she never ever flipped like some of you guys' folks. god damn, passing out and waking up in a mental hospital? I'd never speak to my mother again if she pulled some psycho shit like that.
Swift Serenity
Bluelighter
great great stories im reading.. . MORE MROE MORERMEOMREOMROE
i love these, especially orangelicker haha, crazy you get caught all the time.
one time my dad had a "random car search" where he would go through my car. I had forgotten that i had weed in it and i wasnt worried, until he opened the case thing and saw the weed. He took it lectured me then yelled and freaked out (he is one of those anti-pot people), then i never saw it again. it was a gram of dro too
my dad has threaten to call the police on me too and send me to the military if i didnt stop smoking... he is so ignorant about these kind of things it makes me mad
i love these, especially orangelicker haha, crazy you get caught all the time.
one time my dad had a "random car search" where he would go through my car. I had forgotten that i had weed in it and i wasnt worried, until he opened the case thing and saw the weed. He took it lectured me then yelled and freaked out (he is one of those anti-pot people), then i never saw it again. it was a gram of dro too
my dad has threaten to call the police on me too and send me to the military if i didnt stop smoking... he is so ignorant about these kind of things it makes me mad
Damien
Bluelight Crew
My parents never searched my room or anything like that until the one day that they did. Earlier in the year my brother and I had found a bong that my father had made in ceramics class in high school. Undeniably his as it had his name and the class period etched into the bottom of the bong. Well my brother and I had been smoking out of it for a while and we just kept it in my room. One day I come home from school and find all kinds of things out on my desk with a not saying something to the effect of "I thought you were going to quit". I was in shock because I had never had my room searched before. Well I start looking at everything displayed and notice that the bong is missing! I laughed and threw away all the empty alcohol bottles and gave some pipes to some friends for hanging on to but nothing was ever said about that bong ever again.
zigzag| dta
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lots of these stories sound like grade A bullshit
hate 2luv drugs719
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ok,...i was about 16 and my mom is like the sweetest anti dug person in the world ,
shes told me all my life to plzz not try drugs cause there evil ect.
so one day i roll a joimt in the bathroom and forget to put my baggie back in my pocket , and left it on the bathroom sink...about 5 min latter i think of it and shes allready in there....FUCK! SHE COMES OUT CRYING :-( WITH THE BAG IN HER HANND! saying :"what is this?" why are you doing this ...well ill do it to....and then spills some out and EATS IT!...LOL i couldent belive it i felt so bad cause she was crying nd ident even know that eating eat wouldent do anything but she thout she would hurt her self by doing so....to make me scared, any way the sick part is she put the rest of the baggie in her "bathrobe" so i leave the house in inbarsement ans shame. then being the stoner that i am and calling my dealler who wasent around....i was trippin cause i used to mok a eighth 1/8 a day went back home hours later she was sleeping and checked her "bahrobe" to see if it was there and IT WAS! ....so i emptyed it out in another baggie and went out side and picked some grass of the grond riped it up in shreds and put it back in the bag then put it back in her "bathrobe"! i kknew she wouldent know the differnce and just throw it away the next day ....and thats what happen.....it makes me feel bad writein this cause my mom has passed away and this was a day that i made her feel so bad :-( i feel like crying just thinking about all the bad stuff i did to make her feel bad .....but i was just a dumb kid and i was a "only child " so she loved me more the anything so she fogave me, but i just wish i could of ben a better son :-(
i hate myself for hurting her so much ....but thank god tat she was such a amazing and understaning mom i was truly blessed to have her!
shes told me all my life to plzz not try drugs cause there evil ect.
so one day i roll a joimt in the bathroom and forget to put my baggie back in my pocket , and left it on the bathroom sink...about 5 min latter i think of it and shes allready in there....FUCK! SHE COMES OUT CRYING :-( WITH THE BAG IN HER HANND! saying :"what is this?" why are you doing this ...well ill do it to....and then spills some out and EATS IT!...LOL i couldent belive it i felt so bad cause she was crying nd ident even know that eating eat wouldent do anything but she thout she would hurt her self by doing so....to make me scared, any way the sick part is she put the rest of the baggie in her "bathrobe" so i leave the house in inbarsement ans shame. then being the stoner that i am and calling my dealler who wasent around....i was trippin cause i used to mok a eighth 1/8 a day went back home hours later she was sleeping and checked her "bahrobe" to see if it was there and IT WAS! ....so i emptyed it out in another baggie and went out side and picked some grass of the grond riped it up in shreds and put it back in the bag then put it back in her "bathrobe"! i kknew she wouldent know the differnce and just throw it away the next day ....and thats what happen.....it makes me feel bad writein this cause my mom has passed away and this was a day that i made her feel so bad :-( i feel like crying just thinking about all the bad stuff i did to make her feel bad .....but i was just a dumb kid and i was a "only child " so she loved me more the anything so she fogave me, but i just wish i could of ben a better son :-(
i hate myself for hurting her so much ....but thank god tat she was such a amazing and understaning mom i was truly blessed to have her!
chrisinabox
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^ i understand that your mother was obviously sensitive to the topic of drugs but all you were doing was smoking weed. nearly everyone does it at some point in their life. its not like you were shooting up coke or something like that. you make it sound like it was the worst thing ever to do to somebody.
`bLow?
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ehh ive been caught many times, sadly once or twice with a needle in my arm. one of the funniest was when i had gotten some alprazolam powder and dosed incorrectly. i come down in the morning and my mom asked me what i was on..'nothing'..'what day is it today?'..'tuesday'..'its friday.' lol kinda hard to deny that one.
orangelicker
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I couldn't help but crack up when I read the part about her eating it. That's hilarious! LOL