Okay, here's the skimmy....

My friend had a joint rolled up and everything ready to go. Brenda (my ex-mother) was in the other room reading or whatever so I wanted to smoke some of it (she wanted to save most of it for her tonight when she goes with her boyfriend).

So, I take two hits and we're sitting in here talking (she didn't smoke, by the way) and she has to make a call. So, I go and get the phone from in the living room where my mom is not even thinking about the smell. I sit down and she yells, "WHAT'S BURNING!?" I, stupidly and jokingly, said "Incense!" "THAT'S NOT INCENSE! IT SMELLS LIKE POT!"

Well, she comes in and we have a yell at each other before she goes in there and decides to call the cops. WHAT FUN!!! I run in there, take the phone away from her, and grab her wrists and yell at her to calm down etc etc. My friend is trying to calm both of us down.

My mom "escapes" (she told the cops) and runs downstairs to call the cops as my friend leaves.

Well, the cops come and my mom shows them a whole bunch of stuff she got from my room about two weeks ago. A lighter, a cigarette, a bunch of empty weed baggies, and my homemade pipe. She tells the cops that one of the baggies was filled with weed but she flushed it down the toilet when she found it.

They ask if I have anything else in my room I want to show them before they search, and I tell them I have alcohol. They ask where, what kind etc etc. I have two and a half bottles of Bud Light. They ask me where I got the alcohol from and I ask if I have to answer. They tell me I can either tell them or the judge and I reply, "Okay, well...then...I'll tell the judge." (I don't want to rat on my friends) I couldn't BELIEVE those movies with the stereotypical good cop/bad cop/tell the judge bullshit was real.

Now, they also found my OTHER homemade pipe (one I had made just last night). Now, one problem is is that my mom put all the stuff she found in a Wal-Mart bag so I'm not exactly sure what she had in there, but I'm pretty sure there wasn't any more pot because the officer told the judge over the phone that I just had paraphanelia, but that my mom HAD found pot about two weeks ago. The judge asked about my grades (average failing math), whether I've ever done anything like this or ever been in trouble (never been in trouble with the law, only with my mom), etc etc. The guy told me that the judge said they can't send me to juvy because of paraphanelia but will send us a letter telling us when we have to appear in front of the judge.

The officers said I seemed like a really smart guy, but that I was taking the wrong path. One of the officers (who revealed to us he was dyslexic) said that he had had a friend whose wife got high and walked in front of a train and died, one friend who had brain damage for "smokin' dope", and two friends who died. As he told me all of this, I wondered to myself, "Does he actually believe the unbelieveably large amount of horseshit that is being shot from his mouth?" He can't possibly expect me to believe all that.

Another officer said that 100% of all marijuana users ALWAYS go on to harder drugs because they "don't feel it anymore." I told him, that only happens if you do it all the time and if you don't exercise. I told him how it's stored in the fat and that if you burn off the metabolites you can obtain the same feeling over and over. He simply continued with the "going on to harder drugs" speech as if I hadn't even spoken.

BTW, cops are fucking retarded. Hidden in my closet I had a crapload of vodka bottles, smirnoff bottles, Jim Beans. On my bookshelf I had a candle with a fuckload of stems and ashes, a shotglass hidden inside a HUGE pencil holder. Right behind my computer I have a gravity bong bowl that had a bowl full of weed ashes and some Clear Eyes and this little pointy thing COVERED in resin. My PlayStation 2 (hidden in its Expansion Bay) had a pack of cigarettes (one left) and another weed baggie. Under my TV is another resin-getter, and, OH YEAH, everywhere on my floor are SEEDS, SEEDS, SEEDS. Fuckin' weed seeds everywhere.

I now have to find a way to dispose of all that.


I have some questions, if you guys could answer them, I'd be very grateful....

- What can the judge do to me? What's the WORST that can possibly happen to me? Possession of alcoholic beverages and paraphanelia
- I DO.NOT want to tell the judge who I got the alcohol from. Do I really have to?

I'm 17, won't be 18 until December. The same officer who told me all marijuana users go on to use crank also told me that if I was a couple months older, I'd be in jail.
Gothen Reviewed by Gothen on . So, What's Gonna Happen To Me Now? Okay, here's the skimmy.... My friend had a joint rolled up and everything ready to go. Brenda (my ex-mother) was in the other room reading or whatever so I wanted to smoke some of it (she wanted to save most of it for her tonight when she goes with her boyfriend). So, I take two hits and we're sitting in here talking (she didn't smoke, by the way) and she has to make a call. So, I go and get the phone from in the living room where my mom is not even thinking about the smell. I sit down Rating: 5