A long time ago... When I was a teenager... I smoked a doobie with a friend on my Dads balcony. Of course, forgetting that my dad was coming home to PICK ME UP to go look at an old Ford Mustang for sale. So, he didnt actually catch me blazing, and oh what a relief when he opened the balcony door and I realized the joint was gone! No evidence! BUT, the high was just coming on...and I was young... And when he reminded me why he was there, to go look at this car for me, I almost freaked out! I was high as hell on the way to go look at it, then he sat in the car with me when we got there...and I smelled like weed like a MOFO.

He sent me to private school the next semester.