god tried to teach me a lesson. it was a very nice sunday afternoon and i had about a 15 sack left over from the other night when me and a couple people got fucked up. i decided to go out back and smoke a bowl. my dad smokes so i just used his pipe and did 2 bowls. i was fucked. then i looked up front just to check and what do you know? my mom just got home from church!! OMFG! I thought. the wind was blowing so i was sure she could smell it. i went through the back door and put the pipe and my weed in my pocket. i thought she would start yelling at me immediately but she didn't. then she asked me if i wanted something to eat. i didnt want to look obvious but i said yeah. then she said "you been smoking?" "no.", i hesitantly lied. she gave me a strange look "i can smell it on your breath" "dad just left" i said. he was in the garage. "yeah, ok" she said as she rolled her eyes. and that was that. wasnt as SCARY as most people think getting caught was be.

i never really told my dad but i think hes smelled it on me a few times. and occasionally he leaves weed out for me. i love my dad. even though sometimes he pisses me off, for that, i love him.