Well, we talked. Or rather, as soon as I told him I'd found his stuff he cried (so much for his badass image) while I talked. Basically I told him I wasn't going to tell his dad, but we needed to have an understanding regarding judicious usage. I let him know that I wasn't judging him for his choices, I just wanted to make sure he understood what kind of consequences smoking can have for a young guy like him.

He's growing up and will legally be an adult in two years time and he's got a lot of important choices ahead which he needs to start thinking about. He wants to go to college and study music (he's actually very talented, he already plays guitar, piano, and drums quite well) and to do that he has to have the grades. He's an intelligent young man and has a lot of potential but to realize his goals he has to focus more and goof off with his buddies a little less. Recreation is important too, and valid, but needs to be kept in proper perspective. If he is having any problems in school he can come to me and I'll take the time to help him understand anything that's giving him trouble.

I let him know that while weed isn't necessarily dangerous, some of the people who deal it are. So if he should decide he wants to smoke now, or in the future, he needs to be careful and use common sense. I made a point to stress to him that when he gets his driver's licence he should never drive while high. I also printed out a bunch on information about MJ and its effects and possible side effects for him to read.

Finally after that speech (which made me feel like a guidance counselor) he loosened up a bit and asked some questions which I answered as truthfully as possible. He told me that he gets his weed (regs, about a quarter a month when he has the money, and he's been smoking occasionally for nearly six months) from his friend's older brother and that he never uses it at school. He and his friend and sometimes their girlfriends go smoke in the woods behind his house.

I admitted that I do smoke when he asked me. Of course then he wanted us to smoke together, but I told him out of some lingering respect I still have for his dad that I just can't do that until he comes of age. He was cool with it, and even hugged and thanked me after the whole ordeal, which is odd because he hasn't been the hugging type since he was 10. I guess he just appreciated that I didn't yell at him and wasn't going to tell his father. After he hugged me, right when he was about to leave I told him if I ever caught him trying to pinch out of my stash I'd nail his balls to the basement ceiling. The look on his face was priceless. LOL!