shredmygnar
04-10-2009, 09:06 PM
alright guys, here's the scoop.
I'm a teenager, have gotten in some trouble for non- drug related child play trouble, when i was a juvenile but now im a 'new york state adult' according to the courts but yeah was put on probation.
i started smoking on the weekends since the summer, i actually have a few legit hook ups so i sell to friends, and a few friendly peeps.
so me and my dad have been pretty tight for a while. i knew when he was a kid he used to smoke with friends like most 70s NYC teenagers. i knew that his friends smoked bud, and i thought my dad quit along with cigarettes 13 years ago. theirs a shelf in my basement that always has little nugs just chilling and i used to collect them and have great beginner smokes. after all the nugs started dissapearing to nothing i stopped going to this shelf really for my weed needs. but on one day when i went to go take a shower, i decided to go to the backroom where we have a freezer with a lot of nice snacks "munchie heaven" and take a few looks through and see what i could eat. i then looked at the weedshelf and noticed a beautiful Chinese food container usually meant for storing won tong soup. but to my one month pothead brain "when i thought i knew everything from bubba kush too bongs and vaporizers" i opened the container and found such a gnarly stash, filled with bud, paps, and one of the coolest pipes ive ever seen. i seriously started shaking. i've never had more then 5 gs in my life at the time. and those 2-3 ounces " of shwag tho' that were chilling in there was a pretty amazing sight. so me being a fucking dumbass ignorant asshole, runs upstairs and gets a ziploc baggy, and oregano. i'd say i took ten grams, and replaced it with the oregano. yeah i know there was a clear distinction between the smells and you could smell the oregano, but me being the most excited fucker in the world didn't care. i seriously remember before walking up the stairs getting down on my knees saying "thank you god' well yeah went upstairs back to my room stashed the bag of bud. yadda yadda took a shower, watched some tv, got a call from a friend " yo man want to come over? i just got 2 nice fat 20sacks" even though i was so excited about the bud, i didn't tell my friend cuz i didn't want him to know what i had. dont get my wrong im not selfish, and i do reup, and throw down, and bring to circles but i didn't want my friend to try to get me to bring the zip to his house and smoke it all but yeah besides that. i ask my dad " yo pops is it chill if i go to his house?' 'sure son' my dad replied like the chill dood he is. so im sitting on the living room lounge chair watching the wonderful plasma my dad bought a few days prior. and i realize that my dad just went downstairs to probably go put his stash away. all of a sudden my dads runs up the stairs dumps the two bags of oregano on the kitchen island. 'WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT'. 'ugh ugh ugh....' and for some reason i said i sold it. and he replied with a that's all i have, and will ever have! get the fuck out of my house, YES I SMOKE OCCASIONALLY, when i feel sick it makes me feel better' and before i could say anything back he forced me out, and took my fucking blackberry and threw it in the backyard pond :[. 'i got one with insurance a few days later' but anyway after all that, i had to go back two days later, beacuase my mom cares about my safety, and of course my dad did too. well after 10 months of it happening, everything is chill as fuck again. but today, i looked in the wall of our workout room, and i found the Chinese food container again. i didn't take any of course, but i had to take a peek, and i noticed that theirs only 4-6 gs chilling in there. then the words that my father said that day he kicked me out hit me "that's all i have and will ever have" what's my dad gonna do. he doesn't have a dealer. or really any resource for some sticky green. and it makes me feel really bad. recently for the past few months i've actully matured from the shit i was and started to feel remorse for people, and want to help people. of course i always had remorse, and wanted to help sometimes. but not to the extent that i feel now. for example me and my good friend went on a trip to see the intrepid naval ship down in NYC. saw a few WW2 vet's sitting on a bench and i went up to everyone of those men, and shook there hands, and thanked them for what they did for our country. 'they told some cool stories too'. but yeah. i was thinking if my dads stash runs out hes not goig to be able to get any so i wanted to know if this was a good or bad move.
i was going to buy an ounce of some pretty stanky stuff for my father. and leave it on the weed shelf for him to find. 'hes always back there his little crappy contractor office is back there.' and write a note like. "ENJOY" and never speak to him agian about it.
but then agian what if he completly flips out like WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING I DONT WANT THIS SHIT WHAT THE FUCK. my dad can be stubborn sometimes but yeah.
so should i get my pops the stanky o, or just a few grams.
or should i just leave the situation like it is.
I'm a teenager, have gotten in some trouble for non- drug related child play trouble, when i was a juvenile but now im a 'new york state adult' according to the courts but yeah was put on probation.
i started smoking on the weekends since the summer, i actually have a few legit hook ups so i sell to friends, and a few friendly peeps.
so me and my dad have been pretty tight for a while. i knew when he was a kid he used to smoke with friends like most 70s NYC teenagers. i knew that his friends smoked bud, and i thought my dad quit along with cigarettes 13 years ago. theirs a shelf in my basement that always has little nugs just chilling and i used to collect them and have great beginner smokes. after all the nugs started dissapearing to nothing i stopped going to this shelf really for my weed needs. but on one day when i went to go take a shower, i decided to go to the backroom where we have a freezer with a lot of nice snacks "munchie heaven" and take a few looks through and see what i could eat. i then looked at the weedshelf and noticed a beautiful Chinese food container usually meant for storing won tong soup. but to my one month pothead brain "when i thought i knew everything from bubba kush too bongs and vaporizers" i opened the container and found such a gnarly stash, filled with bud, paps, and one of the coolest pipes ive ever seen. i seriously started shaking. i've never had more then 5 gs in my life at the time. and those 2-3 ounces " of shwag tho' that were chilling in there was a pretty amazing sight. so me being a fucking dumbass ignorant asshole, runs upstairs and gets a ziploc baggy, and oregano. i'd say i took ten grams, and replaced it with the oregano. yeah i know there was a clear distinction between the smells and you could smell the oregano, but me being the most excited fucker in the world didn't care. i seriously remember before walking up the stairs getting down on my knees saying "thank you god' well yeah went upstairs back to my room stashed the bag of bud. yadda yadda took a shower, watched some tv, got a call from a friend " yo man want to come over? i just got 2 nice fat 20sacks" even though i was so excited about the bud, i didn't tell my friend cuz i didn't want him to know what i had. dont get my wrong im not selfish, and i do reup, and throw down, and bring to circles but i didn't want my friend to try to get me to bring the zip to his house and smoke it all but yeah besides that. i ask my dad " yo pops is it chill if i go to his house?' 'sure son' my dad replied like the chill dood he is. so im sitting on the living room lounge chair watching the wonderful plasma my dad bought a few days prior. and i realize that my dad just went downstairs to probably go put his stash away. all of a sudden my dads runs up the stairs dumps the two bags of oregano on the kitchen island. 'WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT'. 'ugh ugh ugh....' and for some reason i said i sold it. and he replied with a that's all i have, and will ever have! get the fuck out of my house, YES I SMOKE OCCASIONALLY, when i feel sick it makes me feel better' and before i could say anything back he forced me out, and took my fucking blackberry and threw it in the backyard pond :[. 'i got one with insurance a few days later' but anyway after all that, i had to go back two days later, beacuase my mom cares about my safety, and of course my dad did too. well after 10 months of it happening, everything is chill as fuck again. but today, i looked in the wall of our workout room, and i found the Chinese food container again. i didn't take any of course, but i had to take a peek, and i noticed that theirs only 4-6 gs chilling in there. then the words that my father said that day he kicked me out hit me "that's all i have and will ever have" what's my dad gonna do. he doesn't have a dealer. or really any resource for some sticky green. and it makes me feel really bad. recently for the past few months i've actully matured from the shit i was and started to feel remorse for people, and want to help people. of course i always had remorse, and wanted to help sometimes. but not to the extent that i feel now. for example me and my good friend went on a trip to see the intrepid naval ship down in NYC. saw a few WW2 vet's sitting on a bench and i went up to everyone of those men, and shook there hands, and thanked them for what they did for our country. 'they told some cool stories too'. but yeah. i was thinking if my dads stash runs out hes not goig to be able to get any so i wanted to know if this was a good or bad move.
i was going to buy an ounce of some pretty stanky stuff for my father. and leave it on the weed shelf for him to find. 'hes always back there his little crappy contractor office is back there.' and write a note like. "ENJOY" and never speak to him agian about it.
but then agian what if he completly flips out like WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING I DONT WANT THIS SHIT WHAT THE FUCK. my dad can be stubborn sometimes but yeah.
so should i get my pops the stanky o, or just a few grams.
or should i just leave the situation like it is.