FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCKJ DUDE
my step mom found my... stuff and called my dad and shit while I was gone smoking a J in the park by my house
fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuck
she only found 1/8th and my pipe and nothing else she didn't see my scale and the rest of my ounce or the hundreds of dollars (see pic below)
she goes "you're dealing drugs in my house"
I go 'fuck... No I'm not,... what the hell would make you think that?"
she goes "these 'personal calls you're talking about and whatnot"
"THAT WAS TO BRITTANY" (gf)
"whatever. I want it out of my house"
"Trust me ... it is"
"I know it is, I threw it away"
-I smile because I have tons more- "and I won't bring anymore in"
and before she leaves she goes "you were on the street for 4 months, we don't know what you might be doing... don't start again, I'll smell it, I swear..."
and I'm like "and you haven't smelled it for the last 2 weeks?"
and she walks away
and my dad's telling me that getting stoned alone in my room means I'm an addict.
She told me I can have it back if I move out... Fuck! I knew I shouldn't have taken that hit in the kitchen and used the fan to exhale into, especially when she was home