yeah man lots of broken cigs, and my mom robbed me more than anyone else. she hated me smokin cigs in the house. when it was cold i could smoke in the garage eventually. reefer in my room was acceptable mostly, sometimes she would bitch. thing the with her is she always had a "respect" issue, which i respected....kinda weird, but she never wanted to see me smoking weed. not on the front porch. i was always forced to the driveway. that shit worked out though, i was just honest and persistent. just be honest thats the fastest way....yes you'll go through some shit but in the end.....it kicks ass.