So, What's Gonna Happen To Me Now?

Okay, here's the skimmy....

My friend had a joint rolled up and everything ready to go. Brenda (my ex-mother) was in the other room reading or whatever so I wanted to smoke some of it (she wanted to save most of it for her tonight when she goes with her boyfriend).

So, I take two hits and we're sitting in here talking (she didn't smoke, by the way) and she has to make a call. So, I go and get the phone from in the living room where my mom is not even thinking about the smell. I sit down and she yells, "WHAT'S BURNING!?" I, stupidly and jokingly, said "Incense!" "THAT'S NOT INCENSE! IT SMELLS LIKE POT!"

Well, she comes in and we have a yell at each other before she goes in there and decides to call the cops. WHAT FUN!!! I run in there, take the phone away from her, and grab her wrists and yell at her to calm down etc etc. My friend is trying to calm both of us down.

My mom "escapes" (she told the cops) and runs downstairs to call the cops as my friend leaves.

Well, the cops come and my mom shows them a whole bunch of stuff she got from my room about two weeks ago. A lighter, a cigarette, a bunch of empty weed baggies, and my homemade pipe. She tells the cops that one of the baggies was filled with weed but she flushed it down the toilet when she found it.

They ask if I have anything else in my room I want to show them before they search, and I tell them I have alcohol. They ask where, what kind etc etc. I have two and a half bottles of Bud Light. They ask me where I got the alcohol from and I ask if I have to answer. They tell me I can either tell them or the judge and I reply, "Okay, well...then...I'll tell the judge." (I don't want to rat on my friends) I couldn't BELIEVE those movies with the stereotypical good cop/bad cop/tell the judge bullshit was real.

Now, they also found my OTHER homemade pipe (one I had made just last night). Now, one problem is is that my mom put all the stuff she found in a Wal-Mart bag so I'm not exactly sure what she had in there, but I'm pretty sure there wasn't any more pot because the officer told the judge over the phone that I just had paraphanelia, but that my mom HAD found pot about two weeks ago. The judge asked about my grades (average failing math), whether I've ever done anything like this or ever been in trouble (never been in trouble with the law, only with my mom), etc etc. The guy told me that the judge said they can't send me to juvy because of paraphanelia but will send us a letter telling us when we have to appear in front of the judge.

The officers said I seemed like a really smart guy, but that I was taking the wrong path. One of the officers (who revealed to us he was dyslexic) said that he had had a friend whose wife got high and walked in front of a train and died, one friend who had brain damage for "smokin' dope", and two friends who died. As he told me all of this, I wondered to myself, "Does he actually believe the unbelieveably large amount of horseshit that is being shot from his mouth?" He can't possibly expect me to believe all that.

Another officer said that 100% of all marijuana users ALWAYS go on to harder drugs because they "don't feel it anymore." I told him, that only happens if you do it all the time and if you don't exercise. I told him how it's stored in the fat and that if you burn off the metabolites you can obtain the same feeling over and over. He simply continued with the "going on to harder drugs" speech as if I hadn't even spoken.

BTW, cops are fucking retarded. Hidden in my closet I had a crapload of vodka bottles, smirnoff bottles, Jim Beans. On my bookshelf I had a candle with a fuckload of stems and ashes, a shotglass hidden inside a HUGE pencil holder. Right behind my computer I have a gravity bong bowl that had a bowl full of weed ashes and some Clear Eyes and this little pointy thing COVERED in resin. My PlayStation 2 (hidden in its Expansion Bay) had a pack of cigarettes (one left) and another weed baggie. Under my TV is another resin-getter, and, OH YEAH, everywhere on my floor are SEEDS, SEEDS, SEEDS. Fuckin' weed seeds everywhere.

I now have to find a way to dispose of all that.


I have some questions, if you guys could answer them, I'd be very grateful....

- What can the judge do to me? What's the WORST that can possibly happen to me? Possession of alcoholic beverages and paraphanelia
- I DO.NOT want to tell the judge who I got the alcohol from. Do I really have to?

I'm 17, won't be 18 until December. The same officer who told me all marijuana users go on to use crank also told me that if I was a couple months older, I'd be in jail.

WTF

since your under 18 prbably not too much, your mom sounds like a nut job tho-you said she wanted to smoke some of it too? so she gets high too?- and then turns you in? sounds like theyll want the both of you in therapy. i really dont think theyll do anything else but make you watch some stupid anti drug movies at worst community service-but that can be fun sometimes just go w/ the flow and it will pass

AH, sorry. I meant that my FRIEND wanted to save some of it for tonight with her boyfriend, not my mom.

My mom doesn't smoke.

The police officer also called the Probation Officer as well. How long does probation last for a first offense? I know that during my probation I'll be getting drug tested, and I heard from other people they make me write a 500 word essay on why drugs are bad.

oh shit, sorry i read it wrong. . well i guess your mom may have an effect on what happenes,because your under 18, so i would try to get along with her, i know its hard,been there done that(only she never called the cops on me) i think(and of course it depends on what country or state you live in,) but i think they may leave it up to your mom todecide what happens im sure theyll want therapy, maybe aa type of meetings. i really doubt if youll go to jail tho. i hope you live in a liberal area, and ill be thinking of you,wishing you good luck and the best, keep us posted.!

I live in Indiana, in the area that's quickly becoming the #1 meth county in the entire country. Now, I'm not into hard drugs, nor have I ever tried them, so I'm lucky in that all they have me for is pot, or paraphenelia.
The officer told my mom it is up to her what happens to me slightly, but the majority of it resides in the Probation Officer and what they want to do to me.

Anyway, will keep you posted. ^_^

hopefully probation

if your record is clean,and grades good,they will try to scare the fuck out of ya and your will get worried cuase its all new,
but basically,that aint no felony and aint a hell of lot they can do but cost ya money and so long as your POLITE and "seem" to go with the program
soon you can say fuck all that,
expect a upset mother,if on probation she will threaten you with it,ive seen that alot.
and lots of towing the line untill your off,possibly drug testing depending on if ya parents want to pay for it(and maybe even if they dont)


tell the judge you got the booze out of somebodies cooler and they didnt even notice,
good luck
peace

Jeez wot a fucked up country you live in.... and if my mother called the cops on me i would be gone for good...what kind of mother is that ?

My grades are average, I'd say. They already tried to scare the fuck outta me by telling me a whole bunch of crap about me causing a felony simply by "witholding information." I was like, "Hm, okay." and then they tried to give me the whole, "I hope you don't end up in juvy. You don't wanna end up their, either." bullshit speech, followed by the, "If you were a couple months older, you'd be in jail tonight." My mom wanted them to take me to juvy that night, but I'm a minor and since it was my first offense AND I didn't have any weed on me, they couldn't.

My mom is willing to pay up the ass for any kind of drug testing. She's going to the extreme. I get no lunch money anymore (transferring it to a school account so I can still eat, no CASH though), she's already said I'm not getting any new clothes or shoes until they rip at the seams because they don't fit me anymore, I'm not allowed to see any of my friends or talk to them, she's taking away the TV and maybe the internet, I've been getting into reading a lot more so she's even talking about taking my books away. She's, also, never buying me anything ever again. Fun stuff, eh?

As to what you said about getting the alcohol out of someone's cooler, I don't get that.....explain more clearly. ^_^

To Midnite, I'm already out of here....sorta. I've already told Brenda she's no longer my mother, and she's told me I'm no longer her son. When I'm able to get out on my own, I'm going to. I'm going job hunting this week, and I'm thinking about asking some friends who already live on their own if I can get with them if I help pay rent.

I'm never talking to her again once I leave.

like nowherman said they will try to scare you-so the best thing i think to do is just yes them to death-but yo u dont have to tell them anything. nowhereman meant i think about the booze-IF THEY ASK-just tell them you got it from a cooler somewhere-if they ask-make something up-and after this all passes - it will!!- and you have you r hs diploma, get the hell outa there!!in the meantime go w/the flow and DONT VOLUNTEER any info be polite say sir and maam-they like that- just play the game. i was listening to local news and i heard that in mass. 17 is legal age for adult if its an adult crime. a little confusing-maybe if Nullify reads this he could explain it better,point is if thats true then you are very lucky to be in Indiana right now GOOD LUCK!!

Now I'm scared shitless, thanks, moomoo. ^_^

I guess I should take solace in the fact that the officer said I had to be a couple months older in order for it to apply to me being an adult. I won't be 18 until November 30th, which is 8 and a half months away.

I'm already going to do exactly that, though. Yes, sir. Yes, ma'am. Very curteous, polite etc etc. I'm just still not sure what I'm gonna say about the alcohol, though. I mean, I'm sorta wondering if I could say it was at a party in the middle of nowhere (we have lots of woods and places where people don't live or go for miles) and I got it from a cooler there. If they ask whose party it was, I could say I don't know whose it was.

I'm just still wondering if they ask for names of the people that were at the party. Sorry for taking everyone's time on this, I'm just afraid, I guess, of what I'm to tell them. My mom is going psycho. Apparently, she thinks I'm going to just give out names of all the people I've smoked with, and if I don't, she's gonna try and bring up names of random people I know. She's such a stupid bitch. I literally can't stand her.

She's trying to make it hell for me, but....I'm not really worried, though, now that I think about it. I'm expecting probation, an essay or community service, and random drug tests.

I'm pretty sure they won't try me for 18. If they could, they would have had me in jail that night, the officer told me. So, I'm sure they'll count me as a minor etc etc. Right now, however, I'm trying to hit this from every angle. Explore everything that could happen and try to prepare myself for it, in some way.

Once again, I'm sorry for taking everyone's time on this and posting constantly.

A small update would be that this morning I felt like crap so I told my mom I wasn't going to school. She bitched and moaned and finally let it be, but while i was asleep she called the truancy officer. I woke up at 12:30, got a shower and got dressed and stuff and just as I'm getting my socks on, this old guy walks through my door. He was nice to me, and shot the shit with me about the weather and stuff like that, but he ended up escorting me to school at 1:30, with an hour and a half left in school.

wow...that is most fucked up,and you do not have to say who you got the beers from,but just so things go a little more smooth just go with the party and say you didn't know anyone there you just saw it and decided to crash it.tell your ex-mum i said she was the bitchyest bitch ever to bitch?after court i'd go live with freinds.

You're 17. Get emancipated and live on your own legally. It's really quite easy and requires no parental permission, at least in our farming county in Illinois.

Anyway, about the beer. Say you found a 6 pack in the woods and you took it. And then say you drank half and took the rest home for later.

And I'm serious when I say this: For as long as you live with your mom, don't do anything she won't like. She essentially owns you. This means dispose of everything you aren't supposed to have, goto school, follow her shitty communist rules, etcetera. It's the only way you'll get out of there without more trouble. She sounds like a total bitch who's out to get you for your every wrong move.

man that shits fucked up!! do u have a car ? llive in that idk man thats just fuvcked up.

ANOTHER LONG UPDATE IN STORE!

Okay, well, this story is somewhat funny. For years I've been trying to tell everyone that Brenda is nuts, but to no avail. Now, everyone is starting to realize what I have known since I was 12.

Okay, well, yesterday my friend called to see if I had got this paper done so I could help him before it was due 7th hour. He called, my mom picked up, and he hung up (he heard about Saturday). My mom called him back and he picked up and she went BALLISTIC on him, so he called called her a fucking bitch and hung up. She left SEVENTEEN MESSAGES on his home answering machine saying shit about him being able to hide the messages from his parents and what not. HE WAS AT SCHOOL AND SHE CALLED HIS HOME! The next funny thing was, his mom already knows he smokes pot, but my mom said that he has been selling me drugs (which he never has) and that he was the biggest drug dealer in three states. Those were her exact words. How she came to THAT conclusion, no one will know.

BUT, it does not stop there, ladies and gentlemen, no it does not. She called the Drug Task Force in the next county, the Sheriff's Department of our town, the Dean of Boys for our school, and his mom, and my friend's dad (the one who was with me when she went and called the cops on me Saturday).

The parent of the friend who called yesterday said she is nuts, and that she feels sorry that I have to live in a home with a mother as crazy as her. The Dean of Boys, who has almost always been on her side, said she is going nuts (read: she's losing her mind) saying she's going overboard and all this other stuff. It was awesome.

Yesterday or last night, she called another one of my friends (after the incident with the Dean of Boys) and tries to yell all this crap out about another one of my friends, and the mother said, "You're crazy, don't call back here again." (that was a summary, ^_^) IT'S WONDERFUL! Everyone is starting to realize what a nutjob this woman is. I love it.

Anyway, since I'm 17, I don't want to do anything to make the court pissed at me and think about sending me to juvy or jail or whatever. So, I'm thinking about telling them I was near the local hang out place and I paid some random dude to get me a six pack. I'll admit the alcohol was mine (I originally told the cops I was holding it for someone) and then throw myself at the leniency of the court. Whaddya guys think??

EDIT: Yeah. I have a 1980 Gold Edition Cadillac Eldorado in PRISTINE condition.........but Brenda won't let me have my license.

EDIT2: Do bottles come in six packs....? I don't drink, in case you haven't noticed. ^_^

dude...its not illegal to have alochol on you is it? Its in your house after all.



if i was yoiu i would beat down on your mum. No, im joking, but seriously, i feel for you, a mother should be someone who looks after you and shoit, not a freaky ass crazy bizzle psycho fizzle.

im really sorry i just meant that in massachusetts they can do certain things at age 17 i know you sure dont need any more pressure rght now. well mom seems to be going off the deep end . quite a circus you have going there. i liked the party in the woods story the best. and NO bottles DONT come in 6 pks!and your NOT going to jail! sounds like maybe the judge will see your mom for what she is and then you can get emancipated you actually can do it anyway because your 17 but prbably better to wait till this blows over. peace and good luck

It was in my home, in my room, hidden in one of the drawers I no longer use. I just considered it illegal because I'm underage.

Okay, well, I just got the thing in the mail and read it before Brenda.

Reckless Possession of Paraphernelia, a Class A Misdemeanor, and Battery, a Class B Misdemeanor (it's either Class A or B for Battery).

Does that mean they won't ask me about the alcohol??? That's the only thing I'm really afraid of.

So, now, apparently, I beat Brenda on Saturday. Very nice. My informal court interview is 3/23/05 at 3 pm.

It's really nice to have lots of friends. I got in a car today at the end of school to get a ride home, and the person who was giving me a ride had to give 2 other people a ride, besides myself. Well, the girl who sat next to me asked if I had to see her uncle in court, I replied with the name of the judge and she says, "Yep, that's him." She's going to see if she can talk to him, try to help me out. She said she can't guarantee anything, but that she'll try.

So, while the old stereotype says that friends who do drugs are bad friends, I guess I proved it wrong this time. They're actually very loyal.

Another thing is, my mom typed this thing up and taped it to our front door. I took it down, took it to school, made copies and handed them out to people. I've talked to teachers, the Dean of Boys, the Principal, and almost the entire student body. The teachers I've talked to seem to be "sympathetic" simply because they think she's going overboard, and that it can't be healthy for me to be around her, or something or other. One teacher in particular knows I'm not a bad person so she thinks my mom is going extreme. The students find it HILARIOUS how crazy she is. Yesterday, some of the students in my school (read: the Christian ones) thought it was my fault because I smoked marijuana and I'M the one who made that choice. ETC ETC Well, today, even THEY had to question my mother's sanity. Here's why....

[align=center]IF YOUR NAME IS NOT
_______ AND YOU ARE UNDER
THE AGE OF 18 YEARS OLD,
THEN LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!
THE POLICE AND NEIGHBORS
ARE WATCHING MY HOME.
_____ IS GROUNDED, NOT
ALLOWED TO HAVE ANYONE
OVER OR TO LEAVE THE
APARTMENT WHATSOEVER. IF
YOU ARE CAUGHT IN MY HOME
WHEN I AM NOT HERE, I WILL
PRESS CHARGES FOR
BREAKING AND ENTERING.
THIS MEANS ANYONE AND
EVERYONE UNDER THE AGE OF
18, NOT A FAMILY MEMBER,
NAME IS NOT ON MY LEASE,
AND WHO SUPPLIES MY KID
WITH DRUGS! I WILL PRESS
CHARGES! [/align]

We all got a big kick out of that.
I made copies and passed them out to a LOT of people, put a copy on my locker, etc etc. They all think she's insane. I looked up the breaking and entering laws on Law Dictionary, and if I let them in, it's not breaking and entering. I thought that was the case, but just to make sure I looked it up. I guess she doesn't think I'm smart enough to do all of this.
She also doesn't have the cops watching the house anymore. Though, it's just a guess. She said she isn't going to leave me home alone, and that leads me to believe she is afraid because no one but the old bitch down stairs is watching. ^_~

Today she found this old smirnoff bottle that had a crapload of stems and seeds in there. It was so old it was actually growing mold in there, and she also found a cigarette. So, I'm not sure what she's going to do with the bottle.

Last bit is, I talked to a friend today and they're going to talk to this guy who is of age, and she's going to ask if I can tell the judge he came over and had them and he got a call on his cell and had to leave real quick, forgetting the Bud Lights. I didn't know what to do with them, so I put them in my drawer, because I didn't want my mom to find them.

I hope he's okay with it.....

Yeah, it is illegal for you to possess. There wouldn't be anything they could do if your mom said it was hers... but from the sounds of your mom, I'm not seeing that happening anytime soon.

sounds like its only for the paraphanialia(geeze what a word) what is the battery about? if its just for para whatever than the booze isnt involved? can you thro the booze out?your mom has really flipped out and people are noticing-the the niece of the judge sounds to me like angel intervention ! the gods send you help when you need it!)! wow!! that came in time . hopefully you 2 could become good friends over this too and who knows maybe hes a real nice guy(the judge) sounds like you have some angel help there and thing s will end up well and in your favor!!peace and good luck!!the old moldy bottle could have been from anything. do you know where she found the bottle-i mean like someone could have thrown it from a car or something??you could just deny that it s yours?

The bottle was in my room in one of those folders that are made out of fabric and zip up. Sorta like CD holders that zip right, then down, then left, just a larger version of that. It'd been there so long I'd literally forgot it was even there.

Brenda will probably turn it in and say anything she can to get me into more trouble.

As to the battery, it's because I held her wrists and repeatedly told her to calm down, calm down, calm down.

Does paraphernalia pertain to alcohol as well? They didn't have minor consumption on there, because I wasn't drunk. They just had Reckless Possession of Paraphernalia, and I'm not sure if it means for the pipes, the alcohol, or both.

i think it would be weed related but is there anyway you could find out w/o raising suspicion? just to be on the safe side. ive never heard of alcohol in relation to paraphanalia i would think that you would have the right to know the specifics of the charges?. anyone else out there know anything like that?

if the bottle is that old and fucked up maybe its your word against hers. like she found it in the woods and is planting it on you. that could work, since shes been acting so crazy and people are noticing maybe you should do a real clean inventory and see if theirs anything else lying around as well.

The fact that anyones parents would call the cops on there own children for smoking pot, makes my blood boil... This is all do to the absolute bald-faced lies the gov. spreads about pot, when they know damn well its harmless. (or atleast more harmless than ANTHING in your medicine cabinet.) The only real trouble smoking pot causes, is legal trouble!

Your mom shouldn't be alowed to have kids, based on what I'm hearing... FUCKING PHYCHO! I mean really, it sounds like the only reason she has kids is because she's a control freak! Or mabey she's a control freak because she had kids... I dont really know how it works, but she certainly isn't doing this for your own good. It sounds like she just wants you locked up...

I'm not a violent person but... People like that, i wish would just disappear...

kill ur mom man shes a bitch



later

It's funny you should say that, Edgar, about being locked up. I'm going to be locked up, but in a different way.

She's cancelling internet and shutting off the phone.THE PHONE FOR GODSAKES! The only time I use the phone is when I'm calling someone to see what they're doing or when they're coming to pick me up, etc etc. I'm on the phone a total of, about, 10 minutes a day. She uses it more than I do!!
I'm not sure when, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be sometime in the near future. Meaning, I'll no longer be able to visit these boards anymore. That's what pisses me off the most.

I'm going to be locked up, alright, but in a much different way.

Everyone at my school is having a field day, I'm getting 200 suggestions a day on how to kill her or circumvent her entire plan or whatever. I told my teacher about her wanting to kick me out (happened this morning) and she said that if it does happen, call her and she'll find me a place to live. A tear came to my eye, upon hearing that. She's so nice to me. Anyway, I'll c-ya guys later. I have until at least tomorrow because the internet place is closed until morning.

wow man... ur mom is a bitch.. seems like she gets a kick outta making your life miserable.. i could see a mother doing that to someone whos really young , but your almost 18, pot isnt that bad, and if its a real problem with her she could talk to you about it instead of calling the cops... thats one think ill never do when i have kids.. is call the cops on them.. unless something "really" serious goes down, ex. like my kid shooting at me or sumthin lol..

wow. Speechless...

damnit dude..this is one of those fucked up stories u see on 60minutes... i reckon u should get a friend to write into or ring the news crew...tell em ur story, give em all the crazy ass notes etc.. i reckon u could get a mad band of angry mobbers to throttle ur mum... but hell, what would i know? im jsut spinning ideas...

well see they want to bust some adult for the booze getting in your hands
(they want to bust anyone)
and i know ya dont want to get anyone in trouble
so if you "say you took it" out somebody's cooler " without them knowing"
they cant get in no trouble for GIVING booze to a juvy .

hang in there bro
life gets better trust me one day you will look back and luagh at this,i know hard to believe but its true
i wish you luck

toke on when ya can
peace

try to move out if you can,you will be much happier. in the meantime you can go to any library for computers. i did for 3 years before i got my own. just remember to erase the history toolbar thing when your done im so glad to hear that you have so much support, this whole thing, when its over, you could look back and say "wow that was a blessing in diguise!!"

Well, BunkyHope, that was actually funny to me. I just imagined this all playing out on 60 Minutes or something and laughing.

Anywhere, to NowhereMan, I've decided I'm going to tell them that I DID get the booze from a cooler. I'm going to say that I had a friend drop me off at this place called The Newstand, and from there I walked around the town until I saw this house that had some cars in the driveway and people on the porch. I didn't have any intention to go to the party, but they were yelling something at me, so I came up to see what they were saying. There were people there with alcohol so I decided to join in. From there, I saw a cooler with some Buds in it, so I took a couple. I was there a total of, about, 10 minutes, and since I was so stoned (I'll use the word HIGH) I don't remember what the house was. All I know is that I didn't know anybody there.

Like a friend of mine said, they probably won't believe the story, but they have no proof, so they can't do anything else but to "believe" me.

I've been asking around and unless you can prove that you

A) Either have an income and/or another place to live
B) Your current guardian is unfit to raise you anymore

you can't move out. The Hardees here is hiring and a good friend of mine works there, so I'm going to see if he can hook me up with at least an interview. If I get an interview, its said, it's a guarantee you have the job.

A REALLY good friend of mine said I can live at her place for a month, because she's moving in a month, she's 22.

I'm also very surprised with how much support I've received. Everyone and their mother is trying to help me. Even the teachers at school, the teachers who frown on doing drugs, have been sympathetic and have offered to talk to me, to talk to my mother, to help me get through this etc etc. I have friends who have offered to talk to the judge, who have offered me a place to crash for a bit, advice on what to TELL the judge, the best ways to deal with the crazy, psychotic bitch of a "mother."

Like I said before, I think my "story" is one that disproves the old stereotype that when you do pot, you only get bad friends. I smoked pot 2-3 times a day, I became a DRUGGIE, at least when it came to weed (didn't do any other drugs). Still, I have all these people that are willing to help me. Some of them smoke, most of them don't. I guess it just goes to show that as long as you're a "good person," in the fact that you aren't a dickhead to everyone, you'll become friends with a lot of good people in life.

170 hours ago is when my mom called the cops on me. Thinking back on the last 170 hours, and I'm amazed at how much help I've been offered, and how much help I've received.


I know you guys don't need a life story, but before I started smoking weed, I was suicidal, I was a bitter dickhead to almost everyone, most people hated me, and I was too self-conscious to even try to get a girlfriend. Since I started smoking, I have now become friends with almost every single person in my school, including teachers, the Dean of Boys, the Dean of Girls LOVES me, the Principal, and the secretaries. I have girls calling me, asking me out t etc. I have a better relationship with friends I've had for years because I no longer bog them down with unnecessary talks on why "people hate me so much." I LOVE life, and even now I think that every day alive is a wonderful day....at least....96% of the time, ^_~.

In a way, I think marijuana was a medicine that cleared up almost all my ailments. It's also reaffirmed my belief in God. Something so wonderful and magnificent as weed should NOT be illegal, but, rather, controlled.

Marijuana is truly a gift from God.

i was pretty misreable before i smoked pot too and ive been smokin since the 60s its my" happy medicine"i never liked booze hated the hangovers and never liked the high and yes almost every pot head ive ever met has been "good people"

^ omg man me too

i use to cut myself up pretty bad then i met mary jane and she showed me life was so much more

later

same scenario here...hated life, hated people, saw no point in existence. then i met the yarn. that fixed me. now i hav friends, and ppl love me. the world is much better now. goodluck man, get ur stupid "mother" to ring me, i'll sort her, me and the 60 mintues crew... word

GOOD LUCK tomorrow Gothen will be thinking of you and saying a prayer!!

Phew. Yeah, thanks for reminding me. ^_^

I wasn't nervous about it until about....30 minutes ago. I don't even know why. I go in there, judge talks to me, I make up a few lies on the spot, I get piss tested, and I go home.

The only thing I'm really nervous about is the alcohol thing still. I'm going to use that excuse, and if they don't believe me, fuck'em. I doubt they will, but never let them pressure me into making deals, right? ^_^

Truth be told, I'm afraid of what they'll find in my piss. I took 30 MGs of DXM last night to help me relax, and I hope to GOD it doesn't come up as PCP. They said that over 40 is when you usually get false positives for DXM being PCP, but still.
I also hope that the weed I've been smoking hasn't been laced with anything. I highly doubt it, but, you never know, I suppose. I trust the people I've been getting it off of, but if it has anything else in my piss but cannabinoids, I'm going to be cutting peoples heads off. ^_^

Anyway, thanks for the prayers!

thers this stuff you can buy for the tests ISLAND PALM i think its called you can get it at gfc (chain vitamin store hopefully they have them out where you live-i think there national) or maybe even thru this website if you get it at gfc hey give you double your money back if you fail(keep the receipt) ive been told that no one fails if they go by the directions. i knew this guy who was on probation and they would ;) sporadicly test him he always had a bottle on hand and it worked every time

**NOTE, THIS IS PRETTY MUCH TAKEN VERBATIM FROM LOOSEENDS THREAD IN THE LOUNGE**


So today we went to see the probation officer, I'm being charged with battery for holding her wrists for 30 seconds, and reckless possession of paraphrenalia. They're also going to bring up in court this alcohol I had (2 closed bottles of Bud Light, one open and half gone).

At the least, I'm being put on probation for 6 months (the woman said there's a good chance of me being on probation until I'm 18, 8 months away). I'm going to get randomly drug screened, curfew, I have to get at least a C in all my classes (which is easy for everything but math). Oh, and I'm literally grounded until I'm 18. Brenda won't let me leave unless its for school, she's shut off the phone, cancelling the internet, cancelled cable, took away my gaming systems, and thinking about taking away the DVD player.OH, ha, she also took away all but the books I have in my backpack. When she cancels net, I'll at least have my music, but if she's serious, she's going to take that away, as well. My CD player is broken, so I'll have nothing. I'll have my room with my clothes and posters.

Now, I understand the parents out there going, "Its your mother's house, you have to respect her rules." But, would you said parents go as far as my parent? I have next to nothing now, and soon I WILL have nothing. Nothing to do, no one to talk to, nothing to take my mind away from this.

This is the first time I've seriously contemplated suicide since I started smoking, almost a year ago. Since I started smoking, I've loved life and I've even said on these boards that everyday alive is a good day.

But, with as little interaction with people I'm going to have for the next 8 months, I seriously don't want to live anymore. Just writing this makes me want to cry. To turn off the lights to sit in my dark room with no sounds and cry until I sleep.

I wish to GOD I could buy that stuff but

A) I don't think we have that store here anywhere
B) I have no money anymore, at all.

I don't have any more money coming my way because I used to get 15 bucks lunch money every week, but she doesn't even give me that now. I take my lunch or I don't eat. I have good friends who are willing to spot me a jay every once in a great while, but I feel terrible asking, "Hey....I don't have any money, but I was wondering if I could bum some weed off you." Most everyone would be willing to give me a joint, but I'm not gonna be THAT person. The person that just bums weed off people.