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Stories of being caught by parents

My mom now ...GOD I cant even begin to explain how my mom feels... I was young but I was the one in the family that could be counted on for ANY thing... cousins coming to me becuase of problems with people .. Family would always ask me for help with everything to working on household problems to help with cars... But during my really strung out time it got to where I would go months without talking or seeing my family...

So my mom now I went for a visit a few months ago and in my old room she was talking about some small trinket she found and put in this drawer which conincidently was where I had stashed my kit so I just came out and told her before she opend drawer herself... She just kinda looked concerned adjutated and walked out ... She has pretty much given up bitching... She knows I still get high but it doesnt dictate my life any more.

When I am out of town working she will ask if I am fucking up or staying clean.. I tell her the truth if I am clean i tell her that but if I am getting high I tell her ... no use in lying she usually knows when I am high... My mom has been through sooo much .. She has found me two of the three times I o.d. She has had to hug me through a jail cell several times... She has deliverd me to several rehabs. I would be dead if not for a mothers, grandparents love.
 
shiiiiit, i was thinking weed was the shit when i was 13-15 too. weed meant power. the kid dealiing weed had all the money and respect, but really no friends because he became so consumed by dealing. the smokers however, just had exponentially more fun than any sober kid. it also showed you could handle that kind of shit at that age. if you could get high, it meant you could handle it, psychologically. it also meant you were breaking all kinds of rules, which, as a little kid, gives many strange sensations of pleasure.

i got caught with the first eighth i ever bought when i was 12 years old. that day was the first day i got high and i started feeling really sick at dinner, i went to bed at like 7PM, was woken 2 hours later by my parents receiving a phone call from the parents of the kid whose house we smoked at.

honestly, I was caught like 5 or 6 times, directly or indirectly. to describe each time would create a short novel. i just didn't give a fuck. i didn't see what was better than drugs. My weekends felt like they would be void. Drugs in high school were contradictorily both a common ground, and also a dividing force. The types of drugs kids did separated them, and the drugs within their group united them. of course it wasn't about the drugs, but just certain mind sets of kids (all typical stereotypes - jocks steroids and beer, hippies mushrooms copious weed smoking, scenesters cocaine mostly, with some H, some meth, ravers E and K. simple as that. But the drugs weren't the group, it was just a facet of all the personalities within the clique.
 
My mom now ...GOD I cant even begin to explain how my mom feels... I was young but I was the one in the family that could be counted on for ANY thing... cousins coming to me becuase of problems with people .. Family would always ask me for help with everything to working on household problems to help with cars... But during my really strung out time it got to where I would go months without talking or seeing my family...

So my mom now I went for a visit a few months ago and in my old room she was talking about some small trinket she found and put in this drawer which conincidently was where I had stashed my kit so I just came out and told her before she opend drawer herself... She just kinda looked concerned adjutated and walked out ... She has pretty much given up bitching... She knows I still get high but it doesnt dictate my life any more.

When I am out of town working she will ask if I am fucking up or staying clean.. I tell her the truth if I am clean i tell her that but if I am getting high I tell her ... no use in lying she usually knows when I am high... My mom has been through sooo much .. She has found me two of the three times I o.d. She has had to hug me through a jail cell several times... She has deliverd me to several rehabs. I would be dead if not for a mothers, grandparents love.

God damn. What a mom. Sorry to hear about how severe the problem is. Perhaps save up for a backpacking trip of an undefined length of time? work a few months, earn a couple thousand, travel to a country where your money will last you for the months you need to work these things through. when money runs out, you go back with a different perspective perhaps?
 
After a while, even though my little brother lived with us (who unbeknownst to them had been smoking for 5 years), my dad finally told me "I would rather you smoke that shit here, where you're not going to get caught, arrested or in trouble." W00t! Not like I didn't smoke all the time at their house anyway.

That's how most parents are that I've grown up with
 
i was sitting at my dresser cuttin up some yay totally skied up and my mom opens the door and the wind made it slam so i jumped so fast my legs hit the desk and coke flew everywhere lol and i think i was more upset about losing the coke lol
 
i was sitting at my dresser cuttin up some yay totally skied up and my mom opens the door and the wind made it slam so i jumped so fast my legs hit the desk and coke flew everywhere lol and i think i was more upset about losing the coke lol


Hahaha...thank god it was some powder lol. shit.


The first time I ever got for ANYTHING was smoking weed before school. I was in 8th grade and had only blazed one or two times before, so that was back when smoking weed meant getting FUCKED UP lol. Either way one night me and my two boys copped an eighth of some mids. The plan was for all of us to meet up the next morning before school to smoke out. We all go home that night.

Next morning I woke up at like 7:00 a.m. and took a shower and stuff. My one dude literally lived across the street from school, maybe 30 or 40 yards. He held onto the trees overnight and hit me up around 7:15 or so, said to come over cause his parents just left for work. I roll over there. We blow up our other homies phone cause we were waiting for him, but of course he pussed out and ignored our calls. Anyways we go out back and start burning. We were smoking out of the most GHETTO RIGGED water bottle LOL, it had to look shady if any one saw us. Either way we smoke like three bowls and dip out to school HIGH AS FUCK. I remember being so fucking blazed I couldn't put the combination into my locker, I just kept laughing and falling over. Anyways mission successful, got through blazing/school high. A couple teachers asked my friend, but I didn't get questioned at all. I see my boy who didn't come at lunch and he tried to say he overslept, I called him a poon and told him he missed out.

Anyways that night I go home and check the voice mails, cause my mom would be home soon. There's a voice message from my boys mom saying that their neighbor saw us smoking weed out back of there house. I deleted that shit ON THE QUICK.

That was on wednesday, and I found out from my friend the next day at school what really happened. His neighborhood watched us and told dudes mom that he saw us throw it over their fence. She went and looked, and ended up finding the water bottle, along with like 3 empty bottles of wine we'd stole from their house and drank, and an empty pack of smokes. I make it through thursday with no calls from his mom to mine, or interference with the school.

FRIDAY rolls around thought, and I'm positive I'm in the clear. Got through the school day fine and was waiting to go to the school dance that night. Got out of the shower and was all fresh, then my mom comes from work. Apparently my boys mom went to the school, who called my mom at work and told her everything! I got bitched at for like an hour or some shit, it was ridiculous. I finally got her to let me go to the dance that night, and ground me for a few days after. Left the house, copped a sack, blazed, and went to the dance and had a fun time. After wards I was grounded FOR EVER though..
 
Ha hahah the coke story is funny as shit.... I was dioing speed with my buddy when I was like 19 he was talking all this shit about how his mom knew he got high and just stayed out of his buissness and all this shit and we hear the front door swing open he jumps up and knockes the end table over with about a ball and a half on it in an open bag .. I start freaking out becuase we were supposed to sell all but a gram .. so I jump on the floor with a credit card and start raking it up ... haha his mom was so fucked up on xanax she didnt even pay us any attention walked straight to her room to pass out.... hahahha I was so glad he didnt have carpet... still lost well over a gram.
 
When I was about 16 or 17, my parents were helping my bro look for some of his clothes in my room, when they saw some empty wine bottles in the cupboard. They decided to check further and found a ton of different stuff, mostly empty packaging from good OTC slimming aids we used to get before they moved them into the same sched as morphine, but there was also codeine, sleeping pills, antihistamines, almost anything that could get you high OTC. The worst was the mortar and pestle with white powder residue in it, I'd been using it for CWEs and grinding time release pellets from the diet caps which I'd been repackaging and passing off as speed to my friends, lol, they loved that shit. Also having to eat like 8-12 caps to get a good initial, strong buzz for 6 hours followed by not sleeping for the next few days sucked balls, mostly why people did't abuse them more. Crushing them was much better. God, I miss them.

How they didn't find weed, empty bank bags or cig boxes, I don't know, because i used to smoke a crap load of weed in those days. They probably would have been more pissed about cigs than the other stuff, haha my parents are weird like that. Still so, that I wouldn't even smoke in front of them (if I still did) to this day. So they eventually confront me when I got home and I spun them some crap about wanting to lose weight, having headaches and crushing the stuff to and take only half so I could sleep at night, hence the sleeping tabs. How they somehow bought it, I have no idea. Denial. Although I was already getting up to lots of worse things when I was younger, they probably thanked God it was only legal stuff and it was justifiable quantities (except for the diet pills) which I said were a few months supply from some time ago (I wasn't even overweight at the time) that I had accumulated. I didn't even get grounded, they just said to let them know what I was taking in future and to stop stealing their booze, lol. they even offered to book me a Dr's appt which I politely declined, I knew the doc would flip his lid if he knew I was taking that shit.

Another near/semi bust was when I got caught making weed + peanut butter mix in the microwave. You have to overdo it slightly, leave to cool for a few mins and then nuke it again. And during most of this time, it steams up. So for about 10 mins you have to be on your toes, pacing up and down the kitchen listening for footsteps. I started to make it frequently - so I was getting braver and braver, first only making it when my parents were out, then waiting for them to get tired and go chill in their room to watch TV. I'd make up some excuse so i could go talk to them for a few mins, access the situation, and then pull their door closed on the way out, lol, so obvious - their room is right around the corner from the kitchen too. Eventually I became so complacent, I wouldn't even bother with the door or making sure. So anyway, the day eventually comes when, at about 8pm, my dad walks into the kitchen. Into a cloud of vaporized weed and smouldering peanut butter. Thank God the peanut butter covers up the smell somewhat. When he asked me "WTF is that smell?!?", I told him it's a science project on the solubility of various molecules in different solvents and tomorrow we're going to strain and test the peanut butter for something (luckily he didn't ask for what, otherwise I would have been screwed), I started rambling about bipolar (di-polar?) molecules and how they don't dissolve in water, etc - some quick thinking and smooth talking and keeping cool. He completely bought it, although the chemistry is relatively accurate - or at least what i told him at the time was, and he would have done some chemistry at university, so it was believable. I had done the research and could remember the proces and we really had done it at school, just not with weed. All he did was get a bit irate and tell me to open the doors to get the smell out and go cook it in a fire outside if I had to. I took it outside, let it cool down and then forced it down with some milk. OMG, the taste and texture is terrible! The peanut butter gets air in it and "rises" like bread. I still gag when I think about it now, 10+ years later.

I had to refrain from using the microwave for my "school science projects" in the evenings. The cleaning lady complained about the smell a few times, even saying it smelled like weed once, but she didn't say anything to my parents. Hehe, fun times...
 
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lol wow your a very good talker huh?

When I was a little kid, my parents told me i should become a lawyer because I would try argue my way out of anything when I got busted for something. Now that I'm older (29) and had to move back into an appartment on their property after a bad car accident, they told me recently that I'm still a con artist (after busting my extensive CWE ops a few times). I've been bust for weed so many times from 15yo+ and talked my way out of it.

But yeah, I've talked my way out of weed charges with the cops a few times.
 
My latest addition to the mix: I moved out 2 years ago, but I'm currently staying at my parents' house saving up money to get another place in a nearby city where I go to college. (I went on a nice trip to Junkie Land and all my money somehow just...disappeared...hm.) Anyway, I don't really remember what happened because of all the benzos, but I left the house in the middle of the night for some reason and did a bunch of coke. That was the first time I've IV'd coke, and my parents freaked when I got home and they "knew I was fucked up." They were going to search my bag so I just threw the pack of needles at them.

My dad proceeded to beat the shit out of me and I had to call the cops. :-\ Eh. Anyway.

A few weeks ago my mom took some xanax she found in my room and I thought she threw it away. She knows I have bad anxiety and have been prescribed klonopin, but she didn't know what the pills were until I asked her if she took my xanax. Well I was freaking out yesterday and she said, "I have two xanax." Me: "What milligram?" "I don't know, I got them from you." And she gave them back. :D She used to have awful panic attacks so she knows how it feels.
 
One time about three years back, I had strepp throat and got a prescription for some cough meds, I went to school and someone asked me if I wanted to try Triple C's (DXM). So I took about 12 and got nauseous and shaky. Idk if it was the combination of the stuff I was already on, and the DXM, or maybe it was just the DXM.

Anyways I went to the nurse's office and asked her if I could have a pass to leave because I wasn't feeling well, she said yeah no problem and everything was fine. Then the campus cop (real police officer) walked past me and looked at me and said I was on Crystal Meth. I was like WTF I'm not a tweaker dude. Anyways I was on probation at the time, so legally they could test me with probable cause. So I was told I had to go to the hospital to pee test, I was like ok no problem...

THEY CALLED AN AMBULANCE just to take me about 3 miles to hospital. By this time my mom was already at the school and I was like, "Just let my mom drive me I don't need a fuckin ambulance" they said that they had to take me in an ambulance, so I even had to get on the gurney, even though I was totally fine to walk.

Long story short, I told my mom that I had taken some cough medicine and it reacted with whatever else I took that the doctor gave me. She believed me because it sounded pretty reasonable.

I got a bill from the hospital for $3,800.
 
Did you sue the school?!

No but I should have. The best part was that when they told me they called an ambulance, I told them I didn't have insurance and I couldn't afford it, they assured me that no one would have to pay for it.

I understand that the school didn't want the liability of releasing me without treating me, but talk about overkill.
 
wow man that really sucks, this is why i hate schools

i feel sorry for you, and you too twisted, that really sucks being beat i couldnt even imagine my dad hitting me =\
 
i feel sorry for you, and you too twisted, that really sucks being beat i couldnt even imagine my dad hitting me =\

It was less "hitting" per se and more like getting my head stomped to the floor by his foot, and being pushed down some stairs onto gravel in a mini skirt. :-\

All is well now though, so no pity needed but thanks for the reply anyway. :)
 
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