I just got back from my friends house. I went to put away some things and all my shit was gone. Luckily I took my pieces and weed with, so they are still accounted for. They must have found a broken pipe and a quarter pint of Remy Martin. This is definitely not the greatest of news. Surprisingly I haven't been talked to yet, but thats probably because they are still questioning what to do about it. I will keep everyone updated about my predicament. The few things I have going are, 1) pot doesn't effect my school work (straight A's), 2) it makes me feel good, 3) I am still active and obviously I am not wasting my life away. I think I have a pretty good argument for them. I am definitely not going to tell them I will smoke weed anyway. I will just ask if its okay if I can do it once in awhile. Who knows this situation could turn out alright. sorry for the length
I had no clue what my parents were gonna do when I got caught and I used the same arguments you did(Except the grades part >_>) and They basically told me they don't want me smoking in their house and for me to wait till i'm older and out of the house if i'm gonna do that. I wasn't grounded or anything.
Well I got a talking to. They only asked me shit about the alcohol I had in my place, and about the alcohol I had in my bag. They were mad because I took the alcohol from work, and they want me to quit my job because its unfair that I would do this to such a nice employer. I have only taken a few bottles so I hope it doesn't matter. My mom through away my broken bubbler. My parents didn't even say anything about the pipe, or the seeds and stems they found, or the weed I had in my bag last night. In fact my dad only took the alcohol out of my bag, left the weed in there, and let me go to my friends house. Now I have to ask them if its ok for me to smoke weed.
lol when i got caught all my mom did was put my weed on the counter and said she didnt want me smoking it "in" her house. right after that i grabbed it went outside and smoked a bowl. and she didnt do anything about it. theres not alot parents can do about it. unless they really dont like you and they decide to call the police. but thats it. its not like they can twist your arm until you stop smoking.
^thats just not true. When I was younger i got caught all the time. the fact is, your parents pretty much have legal ownership over everything you call yours, (including "your" car) and you if you're under 18. Therefore, they have every right to take all of those things away from you if you don't do what they say, in this case, stop smoking. So short of calling the police, there are lots of things your parents can do to stop you from smoking. If it comes down to being able to take out your car on a friday night, fuck your girlfriend, get a sammich and come home, or sit on your ass by yourself grounded, but with a bowl? I hope you chose a good fuckin.
Haha after me and my parents had a talk about pot, My mom told me to go downstairs and go to bed and not come up till the morning... Well... They only got about a nick of some crappy commercial... I still had some dank downstairs then I smoked myself to oblivion. I've smoked every day since as well. And my dad knows I still do it.. He see's me high all the time and will say stuff like "Been smokin da weeeeeeed all dayz??" in a funny voice and i'll be like "Yea dad, sure have!" and he'll say "You better not be" and he'll have a little smile on his face, and i'm oviously BLOWN every time he does that. lol. My mom would kill me if she knew I still smoked though.
sorry to post here but it wont let me post a topic. Ive 14 1/2 know and the first time i got high is a complicated story. I was in school one thursday and this guy who lives vagualy near me walked up to me and goes "you smoke dont you edd?" so i reaply yeah but i quit ciggarettes and he explained that he had started dealing, so we went to the toilet and i bought a ten bag for £10 (he knew a grower). so the next day my friend takes me to his house in norfuck were i got high on a beach for the first time. after that i went from not smoking much at all to smoking 2-3 times a day. after about two months of going through one and a half ounces a week (£100 for a ounce and a half of homegrown thai) i became convinced that my parents must know because i would often have convisations with them in the next room or down stairs while i was toking in my room. my window sill was black because of all the ash that had fallen on it. i didnt even bother hiding my shit i just kept it in my top draw wit my pipe and rizla. then one thursday i came back from school with a half ounce ploncked it on my desk started sorting the seeds and stems... my cleaner walks in see's the weed and walks out (she didnt say shit).so i roll up my joint and put the unsorted weed in a baggy and hide it and mabye half a gram of sorted in a container. i spark the joint by my window and put on some music and my bro walks.BUSTED. he's eighteen and is a complete arse hole he has no friends and has never kissed a girl. he said he wouldnt say shit but my dad gets home and my bro's already rung him. my dad says get all your dope and bring it to me. so i go up stairs and take the stuff ive already sorted and one of my lighters and some rizla and take it down to him. he takes it away and does somthing with it. he really wasnt pissed he just said my mum would tell me off on friday (she was at my grandma's). so she gets back and is uber pissed she trys to get my dealers name but i refuse and lie "it was some tramp on the bus" but she didn't belive it so she says if i dont give the name i will be moved to a boarding school and that she will ring all my friends parents and tell them that there child is associating with a drug addict and that they'll send me to rehab and that if i do i will not be punished badly and that all she'll do is ring his parents and thats it. so i get away for a minute and ring my guy who basically says yes i can so i tell my mum and she doesnt even ring his parents incase they tell my school and get me thrown out. so i lie and say i was depressed and they say they'll get me help and shit. a week later im with my friends getting stoned in an alley. i was gonna stay at my friends house overnight but 3 other guys were staying there and i live pretty close. so i ring to tell my mum (at 11:40pm) and she insists on walking over and picking me up. so i have to shove all my shit in my gooch and walk home (ow). so three weeks later ive run out of weed and my guys grower was busted by the police so he was out. and i arrange with a old friend to pick up £100 of weed an £30 of e. i get a date sorted and i text my stoner group to say im getting some E and were all excited about our first times on e. so i leave my fone to charge in my room and i go down stairs to watch tv. 10 minutes later my mum comes down stairs and starts shouting and it turns out she's been in my room getting hangers and ive got a text so she reads it and its all abou weights. she was uber uber pissed she goes through all my texts and finds all this shit about drugs and she gets even more pissed. she rings my best friends parents and the guy i was buying from. i say im depressed again and they say thell get me help and all that shit. its been like a month and im still not able to go out and its all complete bull and im fucked. i really want to keep smoking but not as a daily thing but i really dont want my friends to get in even more trouble. what should i do? sorry for the thread jack. but as i said above the forum wont let me post threads or go advanced only Quick reply. thanks for reading.
Well, "if reefer really makes you happy, nigga blaze it," is a good quote in this situation. If you like weed enough then you will never stop smoking it. It depends if it is worth it to you to potentially fuck up more.
