One day when I got home I was putting my weed away and noticed that a pipe made from a little "Finding Nemo" toy was missing. I was freaking out thinking my mom had found it, she would have killed me. I didn't hear anything about it for a few days and it was starting to bother me. So one day after school my dad wants to go hunting and I didn't think much about it because he always wants to go. When we got to where we were sitting and he says


d: I thought we had a deal.
m: what?
d: that you wouldn't smoke weed.
m: why do you say I smoke?
d: I know you do.
m: how?
d: I found a pipe. It was a toy from that movie.
d: how long have you been smoking?
m: Just a couple weeks.(I had been smoking for 6 months)

I can't really remember the rest but he didn't tell my mom. I had to burn my pipe and bottle, but not my weed he didn't see that. I quit for almost a month
and have been smokin ever since, it's been about a year now and I have a glass pipe so no more foil!!!lol

The feeling I had when we were talking about it sucked, but now we joke about it a little.