Sort of the same thing with me Caruso, except when i was cleaning my pipe, it reeked up the house, and they came home when i was drying it. I stupidly scraped out the resin and threw it away, didn't know you could smoke it then (it was just a bit after i started), and then they searched through my trash and stuff..which was pretty gross. Resin isn't all that was in there, haha. Anyway, my dad thought i did it from peer pressure, so was disapointed in me. My mom didn't like it, but she's come to terms with it now, as long as my grades are decent. She still has those "brainwashed" ideas about it, but whatever. At least I don't have to care about hiding it when I come home baked on weekends. If it's on weekdays, then she gets pissed, because she thinks it makes you retarded for several days. But yeah, my mom and dad's friends (ALL of them) smoked, did mushrooms, dropped acid. Basically total hippies in the 70s. Shitty thing is, my parents were the ones in their groups that didn't. Lucky ol' me. :-/

But my parents said they'd smoke with me once they retired, since I kept telling them not to tell me how bad it is, until they try it. They don't say much anymore, unless my grades drop.