when i first started smoking weed, me and a good friend at the time bought a nickel bag from my other friend who lived right down the street (who i started doing heroin with later in life but that's another story altogether), anyway me and the first friend fill up a cigarette with the weed cause we didn't have any papers or anything and we went and baked out my shed. it was dirt weed, i remember saying it smelled like oregano but i had like no tolerance, and we both got sooo fucking blazed. we opened the shed doors to let it air out and they happen to be facing my kitchen window, which just so happened to be open cause it was really nice out. well the smell from the smoke leaked into the kitchen and my mom came home shortly afterwards and says "what's that smell?" and i said "i was burning italian bread." HAHAHAHA. she was like "we dont even have italian bread, it smells like hash in here." i was like "what's hash?" hahaha. and she was like "ITS MARIJUANA" and i was like "MOM DO YOU THINK ID BE STUPID ENOUGH TO SMOKE MARIJUANA!?!?" and that was basically that. me and my friend were cracking the fuck up about it and she kept checking our eyes out, and suprisingly she said i looked fine but said my friend's eyes were beat red. ahhh the good ol days.
Now lots of time has passed since then, and my parents found out I had been addicted to heroin for a while and i was put on suboxone maintenance, even tho i kept using and eventually shooting the shit, so you know my parents knew what was up and i have been through two rehabs and a ton of recovery houses since then. well they just let me move back in after like 5 months of being away, and they think im doing ok even tho they suspect im still using, which i am, but yesterday me and my friend made a pact to try and stop together, i didn't get high today, didn't even take a suboxone even though i have one and a half that my friend gave me and im sick, im saving it for tomorrow. but anyway. me and this friend smoked a fat blunt of some pretty dank weed last night and came to my house to watch pineapple express, and my dad definetely knew we were stoned. when i was in the bathroom spraying shit on me and pouring a glass of wine in the kitchen, my dad was all "you guys reek" and my friend said "yea we were sitting in my car smoking cigarettes, (which we were) cause its cold out" and my dad was like "its more complicated than that". hahaha. i mean im 21 now though, i know he doesnt like it but whats the big deal if i smoke a little chronic every once in a while. I fucking love weed. if i can stick with the whole not doing heroin thing, im definetely gonna be smokin tons of chronic.