Mora Fiend
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Yea I can't say I blame them really. It was a major violation of trust, but I was a teenager and really scared.
Stories of being caught by parents
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Yea I can't say I blame them really. It was a major violation of trust, but I was a teenager and really scared.
Coming home loaded drunk on moonshine and puking all over the bathroom floor while trying to convince your mom that your perfectly sober is always fun. So is nodding out at the dinner table on a combo of morphine, various benzos and lyrica and then saying no im not on anything more then my reg meds :D
dokomo
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I'll never forget this. I was chilling at a friends house back when I was, oh, say about 19. We werent doing anything but playing video games when all of a sudden my cell phone rings. Its my mom. I pick it up and she says, "I found your glass, test-tube looking thing with burn marks on it and so help me god, I'm going to find out what it is!!!" She was, of course, referring to my nice, pyrex meth pipe that I had left in my (so I thought at the time) ingenious stash spot with about .2 melted down in it. OH MAN I was terrified. So terrified that it took me three days to work up the nerve to just go home. I walk in the door and theres my pipe, sitting out on the kitchen counter. My mom looks at me and says "So, methamphetamines, huh?" I don't think, almost 10 years later, that I've lived that down yet...8(
Damn!! I bet that was uncomfortable! What kind of stash spot did you use?
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Knock on wood, I've never been caught! Lets hope it stays that way!!
your day is comin', boy.
Captain.Heroin
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THIS IS SORTVE LONG SO BARE WITH ME, OK HERE GOES
took about 23 coricidins at my house. i recall going to the park with my dad and sister and i was skateboarding and decided to sit down near a drinking fountain to take a break. anyways this biker passes by me and asks me if im ok... so i say sure im doing fine! i get up and go back to find my dad and sister.
so were done at the park (at this point im starting to feel a little weird, weirder than my previous dxm experiences, but up to that point was only with about 8 coricidins so i just went with it). so we all get home and i go to my room. the next thing i remember is passing by my mom, dad, and sister to go outside in the backyard. i start walking around my pool and then the high hits me like a ton of bricks! i look at my house from about halfway into my backyard and it seems gigantic. i start to get this burning feeling in my stomache and chest and i freakout. i start to have trouble breathing so i walk back inside the kitchen and holding my head pulling my hair i tell my parents that i cant breathe. they say are u feeling ok? whats wrong? i hear them as just wah wah wahs and dont really understand what their trying to communicate to me.
i suspect i was at about the third plateau. so i tell them i took coricidins, and i walk my dad to my room and show him the empty packs of cold medicine i had in my trashcan and told him i took them all. i tell them to call the ER cause at this point i thought i was going to die. so they call 911 and i sit on my couch and my sister comes out and goes whats wrong? and all i could do was just stare and my parents said they are waiting for the ambulance because i had overdosed. my sister is freaking out and asks what i took and i just shook my head at her and said "too much cold medicine, i dont feel right". my mom tells me to vomit into the trashcan but i cant, so i hear the doorbell ring and the paramedic comes in. i sit down on a wooden chair and tell them what i took and they ask me if i can walk. i said "ill try" so they help me into the back of the ambulance. i lay down on the gurney and i start to go into a seizure. they start yelling and slapping me in the face on the drive to the ER telling me not to flutter my eyes and this paramedic sticks a defribulator (sp?) into my throat to force me to breathe. it felt like inhaling asbestos but it instantly took me out of this dissociative trance and i started to slowly come to but then i lay my head back and flutter my eyes a bit more.
the paramedic tells me to grab onto his hand so i do and i grip it harder than anything ive ever held in my life. im barely holding onto reality at this point and i just remember them wheeling me into the ER and i look up at the ceiling while their wheeling me into some room and it looks like 3d or some shit, just really vividly out of proportion. i thought i was for sure going to die.. so they sit me up into a propped position and tell me to drink this entire bottle of charcoal. about halfway thru i instantly vomited all the contents of my stomache onto myself in a pile of dark vomit. the doctor guy then tells me to still finish the charcoal so i chug the rest down and vomit some more, but i come back to reality and realize im OK.
i felt very relieved and they released me from the hospital to go home a couple hours after that. thats all i can remember about my first OD and telling my parents about drug use. i was then sent to a mental hospital for about 4 days (51-50, legally insane) where i played monopoly with some other fucked up druggies and ate shitty food. my parents then picked me up and i started to research DXM when i got home on my computer. since then i used dxm extractions and such to use and have gotten caught a couple times with empty bottles of tussin and gel caps lying around but not kicked out.
anyway this continued for about a year and a half until i got caught shoplifting delsym bottles at a local department store. they took me to the back of the store, lectured me and released me on my free will. i drove home and everything was chill with my parents like any other day, until a month later my dad recieves a bill for 375$ (over one delsym bottle) and asks me what this is about. i fessed up and told him i was addicted. so they put me into a outpatient 6month anti-drug program where i was laughed at by meth heads for being in there for "cough medicine". anyways i kept to myself and finished the program. relapsed about a month later, mom caught me while i was high in the house (she can tell when im dexing somehow, its gotta be a psychic mother thing cause i swear im perfectly straight on dxm but in reality i look like a deranged zombie, didnt realize that until i sobered up in later months) and she takes me to this ghetto facility where bums go to stay and do community work and my mom, a drug counseler, and i all have a discussion about my drug use and how its bad while im peaking on like 2 bottles of delsym (1 jumbo 1 small, mixed with orange juice, probly a little over a gram of extended release dxm polystirex) and so i think shes gonna leave me there but she just says "see what happens when u use drugs" and i agree and we go home. i quit dexing for a while after that until recently i had discovered mucinex.
ive used it twice recreationally in the last month, first dose being 420mgs, the second being 660mgs and was not caught. anyways thats my story, i love dxm and know my limits now from experience and all that jazz and plan on spacing out my trips at least to only once or twice a month... or until im bored again.... got alot more stories of being caught but im done typing for the night.
peace.. and DRUM N BASS!!!
took about 23 coricidins at my house. i recall going to the park with my dad and sister and i was skateboarding and decided to sit down near a drinking fountain to take a break. anyways this biker passes by me and asks me if im ok... so i say sure im doing fine! i get up and go back to find my dad and sister.
so were done at the park (at this point im starting to feel a little weird, weirder than my previous dxm experiences, but up to that point was only with about 8 coricidins so i just went with it). so we all get home and i go to my room. the next thing i remember is passing by my mom, dad, and sister to go outside in the backyard. i start walking around my pool and then the high hits me like a ton of bricks! i look at my house from about halfway into my backyard and it seems gigantic. i start to get this burning feeling in my stomache and chest and i freakout. i start to have trouble breathing so i walk back inside the kitchen and holding my head pulling my hair i tell my parents that i cant breathe. they say are u feeling ok? whats wrong? i hear them as just wah wah wahs and dont really understand what their trying to communicate to me.
i suspect i was at about the third plateau. so i tell them i took coricidins, and i walk my dad to my room and show him the empty packs of cold medicine i had in my trashcan and told him i took them all. i tell them to call the ER cause at this point i thought i was going to die. so they call 911 and i sit on my couch and my sister comes out and goes whats wrong? and all i could do was just stare and my parents said they are waiting for the ambulance because i had overdosed. my sister is freaking out and asks what i took and i just shook my head at her and said "too much cold medicine, i dont feel right". my mom tells me to vomit into the trashcan but i cant, so i hear the doorbell ring and the paramedic comes in. i sit down on a wooden chair and tell them what i took and they ask me if i can walk. i said "ill try" so they help me into the back of the ambulance. i lay down on the gurney and i start to go into a seizure. they start yelling and slapping me in the face on the drive to the ER telling me not to flutter my eyes and this paramedic sticks a defribulator (sp?) into my throat to force me to breathe. it felt like inhaling asbestos but it instantly took me out of this dissociative trance and i started to slowly come to but then i lay my head back and flutter my eyes a bit more.
the paramedic tells me to grab onto his hand so i do and i grip it harder than anything ive ever held in my life. im barely holding onto reality at this point and i just remember them wheeling me into the ER and i look up at the ceiling while their wheeling me into some room and it looks like 3d or some shit, just really vividly out of proportion. i thought i was for sure going to die.. so they sit me up into a propped position and tell me to drink this entire bottle of charcoal. about halfway thru i instantly vomited all the contents of my stomache onto myself in a pile of dark vomit. the doctor guy then tells me to still finish the charcoal so i chug the rest down and vomit some more, but i come back to reality and realize im OK.
i felt very relieved and they released me from the hospital to go home a couple hours after that. thats all i can remember about my first OD and telling my parents about drug use. i was then sent to a mental hospital for about 4 days (51-50, legally insane) where i played monopoly with some other fucked up druggies and ate shitty food. my parents then picked me up and i started to research DXM when i got home on my computer. since then i used dxm extractions and such to use and have gotten caught a couple times with empty bottles of tussin and gel caps lying around but not kicked out.
anyway this continued for about a year and a half until i got caught shoplifting delsym bottles at a local department store. they took me to the back of the store, lectured me and released me on my free will. i drove home and everything was chill with my parents like any other day, until a month later my dad recieves a bill for 375$ (over one delsym bottle) and asks me what this is about. i fessed up and told him i was addicted. so they put me into a outpatient 6month anti-drug program where i was laughed at by meth heads for being in there for "cough medicine". anyways i kept to myself and finished the program. relapsed about a month later, mom caught me while i was high in the house (she can tell when im dexing somehow, its gotta be a psychic mother thing cause i swear im perfectly straight on dxm but in reality i look like a deranged zombie, didnt realize that until i sobered up in later months) and she takes me to this ghetto facility where bums go to stay and do community work and my mom, a drug counseler, and i all have a discussion about my drug use and how its bad while im peaking on like 2 bottles of delsym (1 jumbo 1 small, mixed with orange juice, probly a little over a gram of extended release dxm polystirex) and so i think shes gonna leave me there but she just says "see what happens when u use drugs" and i agree and we go home. i quit dexing for a while after that until recently i had discovered mucinex.
ive used it twice recreationally in the last month, first dose being 420mgs, the second being 660mgs and was not caught. anyways thats my story, i love dxm and know my limits now from experience and all that jazz and plan on spacing out my trips at least to only once or twice a month... or until im bored again.... got alot more stories of being caught but im done typing for the night.
peace.. and DRUM N BASS!!!
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My situation; living at home, work full-time. No idea what my parents stance is on drugs, dad has a beer or 2 each night and a few at special occasions but by all no means an alcoholic. Mum's an ex smoker who has a chaz or 2 when she goes out for tea. I asked once when i was 15 or 16 if my dad done drugs when he was younger and she just said ask your father, mums sister said mum smoked weed a tiny bit when she was younger, but i don't really know (or care) if that's the tip of the ice-berg or not. I never brang it up suspiciously it was just a question while we were talking and it pretty much kept rolling onto other things.
Never been caught myself except with grog when i was 15 or so, in which case they let me keep it and just let them know when i was going to be drinking so they knew where i was and what i was doing.
These days however i have a massive problem with when on acid, just not giving a fuck, i'll come home at 11:00pm when mum and dad are in bed watching tv not sleeping, and i'll be on the phone talking on the phone loud as can be just not caring about anyone listening (or taking it into consideration) I'm sure i've mentioned that i'm on acid atleast once or twice, whether it was in ear shot or not i don't know but they've never brought it up.
I also found when i used to be into pills whenever i bought xx [amount] or so, it'd be just like I'd forget that they were illegal, i had a massive problem with just leaving them lying around in my room anywhere, which was a problem as mum has a thing with surprise "cleans" in my room when I'm not home. Although she doesn't admit it I'm sure the only reason she does it is for is to have a good snoop. Thankfully she never found them.
Baggies have been found a few times, which i passed off as being just button baggies i got with a new pair of pants or a shirt, thankfully none of the ones she found ever had printed pictures on it otherwise I'm sure they'd think something was up. I've always wanted to say i use other substances apart from alcohol but the fear of not knowing how they'll take it always kinda turns me off it.
Never been caught myself except with grog when i was 15 or so, in which case they let me keep it and just let them know when i was going to be drinking so they knew where i was and what i was doing.
These days however i have a massive problem with when on acid, just not giving a fuck, i'll come home at 11:00pm when mum and dad are in bed watching tv not sleeping, and i'll be on the phone talking on the phone loud as can be just not caring about anyone listening (or taking it into consideration) I'm sure i've mentioned that i'm on acid atleast once or twice, whether it was in ear shot or not i don't know but they've never brought it up.
I also found when i used to be into pills whenever i bought xx [amount] or so, it'd be just like I'd forget that they were illegal, i had a massive problem with just leaving them lying around in my room anywhere, which was a problem as mum has a thing with surprise "cleans" in my room when I'm not home. Although she doesn't admit it I'm sure the only reason she does it is for is to have a good snoop. Thankfully she never found them.
Baggies have been found a few times, which i passed off as being just button baggies i got with a new pair of pants or a shirt, thankfully none of the ones she found ever had printed pictures on it otherwise I'm sure they'd think something was up. I've always wanted to say i use other substances apart from alcohol but the fear of not knowing how they'll take it always kinda turns me off it.
geoffreychaucer
Bluelighter
i (stupidly) told my mom that i smoked weed after a summer of smoking when i was 15. i was planning on quitting and thought telling my mom would make it easier to do so. i explained how interesting it was and how it gave me a whole new outlook on life and such. (i had been getting super psychedelic highs and so weed was for that summer a real psychedelic mind-opening experience. anyways, shes not too pissed but still dislikes it and as a result tells my dad who is super anti-drug. so they end up giving me random piss tests for a while but i pass them due to being smart. a year later i smoke the night before a piss test so i just admit to not being able to pass it. they get mad and ground me for a while. then i throw a party when their gone, get caught after someone throws the empty cases in my shoe closet. then im grounded some more. then i decided one afternoon to smoke on my roof and low and behold get caught red-handed. that was bad. since then ive avoided getting caught although my stash disappeared six months ago mysteriously. anyways, being 18 now with good grades, good health, and college bound, my parents have probably just learned to accept my weed usage as long as they dont see it. good thing they dont know about all my psychedelic experiences though. that would freak them out.
Tryptamite
Bluelighter
My parents would love me to go to rehab. even if i stayed on my methadone and went for my "cannabis addiction".
Tbh, i would never be able to take myself seriously again if I went to treatment for cannabis addiction, regardless of how happy my parents think it would make them!
So it goes as a kid, wanted to try weed(get ready for the life story) ever since i heard about what it does the summer after 6th grade, 7th grade wouldnt ask no one, 8th grade asked my(current, not then) best friend if i could get a nick, he said ya, bring money next day and he would bring bud, got my weed that day, waited till weekend to smoke it.
First time, smoked it after parents were asleep with my(at that time) best friend, I think he got high, i thought i did, but I didnt. Next day was a saturday, smoked a bowl out of tin foil, got BLAZED. This was in October, around december i got caught.
First weekend we were out for Christmas break. It was a friday or saturday i think, I go out to living room about to go out back to smoke when i see my dad up. I go back into my room and head into the bathroom after some intense thinking(smoked in there before this time). I turn on vent fan, but decide i dont need a towel under door. Smoke two or so bowls, come out blazed as fuck.
All of a sudden i hear a door open, "Fuck". Then i hear my mom say "What's that smell?" im thinkin, "OH SHIT IM FUCKED EXCUSE UMMMMMM". Mom comes in, what were you burning in the bathroom, "I was uhh, burning tissues!" She says, "That smells like weed! I'm not stupid" Being only 13 i freak out and start crying thinking my dads gonna kick my ass. She asks whats wrong, i mention dad, she says he wont be that mad.
"So wheres the weed and howd you smoke it." Pull out a nice lil nick and go attempt to grab my home-made bong and almost trip. "DAMN, you pretty stoned aint ya" I laugh my ass off and say "hahaha, yea" I ask what shes gonna do with weed, "Give it to bubba."
One day before end of eigth grade year i buy another sack and get jipped my ass off. But I stll got weed. Call best friend at the time to see if i can stay at his house, he says yea, on my way over there and i call him, "Cant, went to friends." dick move, i know huh? So my my says, "Man what a dick"
"So you wanna go get high." I'm thinkin, why the fuck did she ask me that. "You serious??" "Yea" "How am i gonna get high?" "Got some at the house"
Yall probably just shit a brick. I've been a straight up stoner ever since
First time, smoked it after parents were asleep with my(at that time) best friend, I think he got high, i thought i did, but I didnt. Next day was a saturday, smoked a bowl out of tin foil, got BLAZED. This was in October, around december i got caught.
First weekend we were out for Christmas break. It was a friday or saturday i think, I go out to living room about to go out back to smoke when i see my dad up. I go back into my room and head into the bathroom after some intense thinking(smoked in there before this time). I turn on vent fan, but decide i dont need a towel under door. Smoke two or so bowls, come out blazed as fuck.
All of a sudden i hear a door open, "Fuck". Then i hear my mom say "What's that smell?" im thinkin, "OH SHIT IM FUCKED EXCUSE UMMMMMM". Mom comes in, what were you burning in the bathroom, "I was uhh, burning tissues!" She says, "That smells like weed! I'm not stupid" Being only 13 i freak out and start crying thinking my dads gonna kick my ass. She asks whats wrong, i mention dad, she says he wont be that mad.
"So wheres the weed and howd you smoke it." Pull out a nice lil nick and go attempt to grab my home-made bong and almost trip. "DAMN, you pretty stoned aint ya" I laugh my ass off and say "hahaha, yea" I ask what shes gonna do with weed, "Give it to bubba."
One day before end of eigth grade year i buy another sack and get jipped my ass off. But I stll got weed. Call best friend at the time to see if i can stay at his house, he says yea, on my way over there and i call him, "Cant, went to friends." dick move, i know huh? So my my says, "Man what a dick"
"So you wanna go get high." I'm thinkin, why the fuck did she ask me that. "You serious??" "Yea" "How am i gonna get high?" "Got some at the house"
Yall probably just shit a brick. I've been a straight up stoner ever since
I have my dad in California and my mom in Texas. For menthere where two instances. One was the kind of "we can't believe you are doing this, we love you so much, let's stop kthxby" and the other was " holy shit, we have a problem".
The first was in California two days before Christmas. I had started experimenting about 6 or 7 months earlier with alcohol and marijuana. I then was introduced to pharmaceutical opioids. Gotta love it. My father used to take 10/325 hydrocodone for migraines. He had stopped taking them about two years before this and uses oxygen instead. I started taking opioids and muscle relaxants like carisoprodol, propoxyphene, and hydrocodone from him. Certainly not my proudest moment, but not my worst(sadly). I had just gotten back from the movies, I think to see Bad Boys 2, with my cousin. My whole family at the table with a baggy of pills. Oops!
The second was not good. I've been caught many times but this is the bad one that started my downhill slide. In Texas, still experimenting with pharamceuticals, I had just come into a bit of money. I promptly proceeded to buy 20 hydrocodone pills, 20 carisoprodol, and 20 2 mg alprazolam pills. Go in my room that night, take 5 hydrocodone, two alprazolam, and three soma. A couple hours later I was ready to turn my light off, but wanted a bit more of a buzz. I took two extra hydrocodone, three alprazolam, three carisoprodol. I think we can all guess where this goes from here.
Apparently I wanted a bit of bourbon after I took those, and stumbled out to go get it. I ended up falling face down after I had my drink shattering the glass. What a terrible waste of Crown Royal! Next thing I remember is waking up three days later and vomiting black shit. I took every single pill I had that night without knowing it. I even had semi coherent conversations during this time of black out.
A lot of people who have used benzodiazepines extensively have a similar story. This is one of mine! I have another about clonazepam and trying to buy crack at a bus stop that's a better story, but I don't wanna type anymore!
The first was in California two days before Christmas. I had started experimenting about 6 or 7 months earlier with alcohol and marijuana. I then was introduced to pharmaceutical opioids. Gotta love it. My father used to take 10/325 hydrocodone for migraines. He had stopped taking them about two years before this and uses oxygen instead. I started taking opioids and muscle relaxants like carisoprodol, propoxyphene, and hydrocodone from him. Certainly not my proudest moment, but not my worst(sadly). I had just gotten back from the movies, I think to see Bad Boys 2, with my cousin. My whole family at the table with a baggy of pills. Oops!
The second was not good. I've been caught many times but this is the bad one that started my downhill slide. In Texas, still experimenting with pharamceuticals, I had just come into a bit of money. I promptly proceeded to buy 20 hydrocodone pills, 20 carisoprodol, and 20 2 mg alprazolam pills. Go in my room that night, take 5 hydrocodone, two alprazolam, and three soma. A couple hours later I was ready to turn my light off, but wanted a bit more of a buzz. I took two extra hydrocodone, three alprazolam, three carisoprodol. I think we can all guess where this goes from here.
Apparently I wanted a bit of bourbon after I took those, and stumbled out to go get it. I ended up falling face down after I had my drink shattering the glass. What a terrible waste of Crown Royal! Next thing I remember is waking up three days later and vomiting black shit. I took every single pill I had that night without knowing it. I even had semi coherent conversations during this time of black out.
A lot of people who have used benzodiazepines extensively have a similar story. This is one of mine! I have another about clonazepam and trying to buy crack at a bus stop that's a better story, but I don't wanna type anymore!
LogicSoDeveloped
Bluelighter
I remember when I introduced my best friend to pot. We were on the patio then my grandmother comes outside yelling and we sneak around in through my window to my room. I overheard her yelling on the phone "I smell smoke but it doesn't smell like cigarette smoke!" I still laugh every time I think of that story.
Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
my mom walked in as i was popping xanax out of a blister pack. she cried thinking i was addicted as i have a junkie brother. but i'm not i keep em on hand for stim comedowns. been tested a few times since then and passed now she is at ease.
danceofdays
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Some of the stories in this topic are hilarious. Mom chasing buddy who's running after the dope man, who's cruising in a car down the street? Priceless...
I only ever got caught doing drugs flat-out one time. I'd flown back to my parents' town for the summer to live with them and work after my first year of college. For the first few nights, I smoked joints in my bedroom, assuming they already knew I'd started smoking and would let me know if there was an issue. Neither of them said anything for like a week, and then one morning my dad busts into my room at 7 in the morning, trying to find something... "Why is there a towel blocking the door crack?" "Uhhh...." "That was a rhetorical question, it obviously fucking reeks in here." My mom shit the bed and was 'disappointed' for a while but now really doesn't care as long as my life is in order and jokes about it sometimes. My dad told me he knew it wasn't a big deal and I told him I didn't smoke that much, but was pretty pissed for a few days, and since then he never mentions it unless it's part of a lecture about my lack of motivation or whatever.
Close calls:
• lost my brand new cell phone that my parents had just bought me, because I was too high to notice and it fell out of my lap when I got out of buddy's car. Parents had told me they wouldn't be home until late that night, so when I got home around 8 I immediately smoked a giant cone. A few minutes later mom and dad get home and come into my room asking why I'm in bed already and if everything is OK. When I told them what happened they shit the bed and my dad made me call the phone company to cancel it. Unfortunately for me, I'd just gotten the phone and was way too blazed to remember the new number, so I kept punching my old one into the phone as it was prompting me, getting errors each time and pissing my dad off even more. They never called me out, but I was so obviously zooted that I've made a serious effort since then to not be baked around my parents at all, it was really fucking embarrassing and I felt really bad about the phone. Luckily someone found it and I got it back.
• parents phoned when I was really really high on poppy pod tea my friend gave me, asked me a bunch of questions that related to a lie I'd told them and I had to make up a bunch of shit on the spot that made sense in relation to it, which was not easy. My dad pretty much called me out, asking why I wasn't making sense, telling me to give him my info and he'd check for me, etc. He might have just thought I was acting fishy and lying though.
• came downstairs after getting stupidly high on pills, which I'd been mostly using to make me more social and more friendly at work -> bigger tips. Mom immediately says "have you been getting enough sleep lately? You're starting to look like you're high all the time these days," which was entirely correct. I just told her I was still having trouble adjusting to my new work hours and sleep schedule, and she bought it after some persuading (she assumed I'd been smoking weed inside, big no-no obviously, and I couldn't let her search my room or anything like that).
I only ever got caught doing drugs flat-out one time. I'd flown back to my parents' town for the summer to live with them and work after my first year of college. For the first few nights, I smoked joints in my bedroom, assuming they already knew I'd started smoking and would let me know if there was an issue. Neither of them said anything for like a week, and then one morning my dad busts into my room at 7 in the morning, trying to find something... "Why is there a towel blocking the door crack?" "Uhhh...." "That was a rhetorical question, it obviously fucking reeks in here." My mom shit the bed and was 'disappointed' for a while but now really doesn't care as long as my life is in order and jokes about it sometimes. My dad told me he knew it wasn't a big deal and I told him I didn't smoke that much, but was pretty pissed for a few days, and since then he never mentions it unless it's part of a lecture about my lack of motivation or whatever.
Close calls:
• lost my brand new cell phone that my parents had just bought me, because I was too high to notice and it fell out of my lap when I got out of buddy's car. Parents had told me they wouldn't be home until late that night, so when I got home around 8 I immediately smoked a giant cone. A few minutes later mom and dad get home and come into my room asking why I'm in bed already and if everything is OK. When I told them what happened they shit the bed and my dad made me call the phone company to cancel it. Unfortunately for me, I'd just gotten the phone and was way too blazed to remember the new number, so I kept punching my old one into the phone as it was prompting me, getting errors each time and pissing my dad off even more. They never called me out, but I was so obviously zooted that I've made a serious effort since then to not be baked around my parents at all, it was really fucking embarrassing and I felt really bad about the phone. Luckily someone found it and I got it back.
• parents phoned when I was really really high on poppy pod tea my friend gave me, asked me a bunch of questions that related to a lie I'd told them and I had to make up a bunch of shit on the spot that made sense in relation to it, which was not easy. My dad pretty much called me out, asking why I wasn't making sense, telling me to give him my info and he'd check for me, etc. He might have just thought I was acting fishy and lying though.
• came downstairs after getting stupidly high on pills, which I'd been mostly using to make me more social and more friendly at work -> bigger tips. Mom immediately says "have you been getting enough sleep lately? You're starting to look like you're high all the time these days," which was entirely correct. I just told her I was still having trouble adjusting to my new work hours and sleep schedule, and she bought it after some persuading (she assumed I'd been smoking weed inside, big no-no obviously, and I couldn't let her search my room or anything like that).
Damien
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^ Nice stories, thanks for sharing.
This is one of my all time favorite threads. I always have a good laugh in here.
This is one of my all time favorite threads. I always have a good laugh in here.
If "my my" is your mom then ya.
TheLostBoys
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TheLostBoys
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I had a friend that worked for his dad in a plumbing business & the dad was a crackhead. Anyway, my friend confronted his dad & then when he got into an argument, he went & told his mom what his dad was into. That didnt bode well for his dad because my friend was dealing & his dad called the cops on him.
Crazy shit when parents are calling the cops on their kids & its all because of drugs. Nothing ever happened to my friend as far as teh cops doing anything. Moral of the story, keep your drug business quiet.
Crazy shit when parents are calling the cops on their kids & its all because of drugs. Nothing ever happened to my friend as far as teh cops doing anything. Moral of the story, keep your drug business quiet.
killermunchies
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My parents caught me with weed and alcohol when I was 18. It was a little weird for a day or two, but they were pretty much okay with it since they had both smoked when they were younger. However, they were a little less okay with it when I had to call them from jail after I got charged with manufacturing a controlled substance. After that, I came clean about my drug use as I really didn't have much else to lose at that point. My parents helped me through the legal process and I ended up with probation so I'm quite thankful for that. It's not like they were okay with what I did by any means, but my life was so fucked at that point that they didn't feel the need to make it any worse.
corkraver
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First time I got caught was eighth grade. One of my crushes at the time gave me a bag filled with at least 30 pills, all different sorts of shit. I kept them in my closet but I had no idea that my mom kept shit in my closet as well so she was getting some shoes of hers and saw the baggie and flipped the fuck out.
She had this whole intervention thing with me and made me flush all the pills, looking back I could tear thinking of all the goodies in that bag.
She had this whole intervention thing with me and made me flush all the pills, looking back I could tear thinking of all the goodies in that bag.
danceofdays
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LOL, this pretty much exactly happened to me, except it was a car. We were boxing the shit out of my boss's car after work and UCs rolled up outta nowhere, the two guys in the front seats said it was just them smoking (major props). The cop decided to let us go and asked if any of us in the back could drive us to someone's house or whatever, and then decided that "it was so smoky in here earlier that I wouldn't be OK with any of you driving right now." We had to leave the whip on some random ass street we'd stopped at and all take the bus home.