I had an ounce of this really expensive, really good Hawaiian bud about a month before I joined the Army. I always kept it in my pants, because my foster parents had no qualms about walking into my room and looking around. Well, I went to take a shit right before going to visit my brother-in-law for the last time before I went active duty.

I pulled the bag out of my pants, sat it on the dresser next to the toilet, took a crap, then headed to my brother-in-law's house. Yes, I missed a step in there! I left the bag on the dresser!

Well, about an hour later, at my brother-in-law's, I realized what I had done, but there was no fixing that problem. Got back home, dead silence, everyone giving me the stare of doom. So, I just said, 'Oh, you found that bag, eh?' They asked me how much it had cost, and I said $5. It was actually $200. But, being supah straight folks, they didn't know, and told me they'd flushed it down the toilet. (Ouch!)

They had a moral dilemma at that point, being foster parents under the auspices of the division of family services: they wanted the best for me, didn't want to screw up my joining the Army (which turning me in might have done), but at the same time they had a moral obligation to turn me in. So, no matter what they did, there was no 'right' answer. They came to the conclusion that their overriding obligation was to me, more than their obligation to follow juvenile court rules, so they just grounded me until I went active duty. Kinda funny, going from being grounded like a little kid to soldier, basically overnight.

You can bet I have never left a bag of pot laying *anywhere* after that experience. I really thought at the time that they were going to follow the rules and turn me in, and thereby screw up my whole life and make my plans for the future go up in smoke (so to speak). Heh.
jamstigator Reviewed by jamstigator on . Never leave your stuff in your pants... Okay, I nearly got caught. Read (sorry about the way its typed, I didnt wanna type it all out again so its copypasted from an IM convo) I walk in to the laundry room and my dads doin laundry with my recently made bong right near him. (no bowl, or herb, and no water in it). He found in a pair of my pants, that also had my bud bowl and lighters in it.(didnt find them, or i wouldnt be telling you about this) So, I kinda shrug it off, he doesn't really press it. I'm known for doing random Rating: 5