i was sleeping one morning, age 16, and my mom came in & got my jacket to take to the cleaners, by the time i beat it down the hall to say "excuse me....but...", she was holding the oz that was in the pocket and said "i guess you want your shit." and i said "well, yeah...", and she said "well i'd flush it but i guess you'd find more money to support your habit" :rasta: all i know is i got it back, pretty cool. Anyway, i moved out at 17, life's been pretty cool in that respect ever since, it gets over:stoned: :dance: :thumbsup: