my mom woke me up one morning demanding to know 'what that stuff in the closet' was...(I had a chillin little space, a little chair, a bounce tube, a candle to see with/light stuff, bong, papers etc. and oh yeah, a ounce drying on a sheet of white paper. This was back in my dealer phase.)

So she wanted to know why I was smoking drugs. Being as it was, with me just woken up and all, I just said, "I smoke it cause it feels good". She told me to keep it out of the house, and keep it away from my younger sibilngs, and she wouldn't call the cops.

When I got home that night, I had to empty all my pockets, but I had stashed my shit in a ziploc bag under the shed, so it technically wasn't in the house...and I was already pretty good at sneaking out of the house anyways.