When I was still living at home, at the age of 16 years old.
I went out one night, with this girl that I adored, I was meant to be back by 5, but I missed my bus, so I waited till 7, she went on my computer to tell me, and my facebook came up as the last viewed page, it showed messages of me, asking to buy drugs from a friend.
My mum balled ot tears, my whole family was their to witness and read it too.
I was sitting at the busstop, I had just popped 30mg oxycodone.
I get a friend to drop me home, so I'm sitting outside Mc'Donalds waiting for her to finish work, then I see my mum's car.. I wave out and we get in.
She instantly grabs my bag and check through the whole thing, she asks me to clean out my pockets (Which the oxys were in) as I pulled all of the junk out, I slipped the oxys down the side of the car seat (she didn't notice.) told her I've done no drugs, that was just me trying to get attention on those facebook messages.
So then, 2 days later she finds many many oxycodone pills in my room.... ohh, this is were it begins, she starts calling all of my friend's mothers asking them about me, and if their sons do drugs.
She found out I had smoked weed at a friends house one night, she found out of many of my drug use episodes.
I ended up getting kicked out, I found an abondened house that was littered with dead chickens, I went around cleaning the place up, putting cloth up on the windows and making a make-shit door, I cleaned a section of one room so I could sleep, I got some front-door-insect-mesh stuff and made a tent, found soem cloth and made a pillow, and then slept their for 2 days.
Which is a whole story in itself, but I ended up getting soem food by helping people out, and this one guy's house had a fire in it, so I helped him try to put it out, unfortunately he lost his house too, which was the home of a family.
We cried together, I told him my story after that was over, he was a really nice guy.
Really nice house too, only 1 year old.
In the end, I ended up going back home and she let my back in, and I ate like a monster.
I stopped using oxycodone (was on my mind morning till night for a few days) but that's over and done with, I still do some drugs, whatever's around really.
My family now has bad views about me, but I still have a half decent relationship with my mother, overall it was very scary but I learnt so much, I found it really fun scavenging around for food, felt like I was in a survival movie. Fixing up the house took forever, but it was nice to see what I had acheived.
It was odd, as I was a nerdy scrawny kid who studied phsycis, chemistry and high math.
But I learnt a lot and it was well worth it.
I still do drugs, as they are one of my main interests in life, I try to experience many drugs, and I document them.