Got Caught

Ziggy Fry · 06-13-2008, 09:57 PM

Well, I knew it was going to happen eventually, I just wasn't sure when.

It finally happened about a week ago.

I live at my mom's house, and she always told me she would have a stroke if she ever found out that I was doing any of that kind of "stuff". I was usually the "good" child and nobody really suspected me of anything.

I started smoking my freshman year in high school and I have done it more frequently since then. I started doing it daily for more or less a month while she left to see my dad. Sometimes I would go to a friends house, but usually I would just go solo in the garage and surf yahooka.

On my dresser I have a record player and speakers. My brother used to have it set up in his room, and showed me how he hid it in the inside of the speaker. Great. It fits a bottle with dryer sheets in it, bags, lighters, whatever.

A week ago, I was going to meet up with some friends to "hang out" at the marina. I got into my speaker, got what I needed and as I was putting it all in my pocket, my mom walks in. She didn't see anything, but I was standing in a corner with my speaker on it's side. I try (and knowingly fail) at trying to act normal. I picked up a roll of scotch tape and say "oh, there it is."

"What's that for?" "I..needed to put this away." "You walked halfway out the door, came inside, went upstairs and to your room so you could put the scotch tape away?" "..yea."

She says ok and I think "oh wow that was close." I go outside and meet up with my friends. About 2 minutes after I leave the door, I get a phone call. It's my mom. I pick it up and she says "Get your ass back here. I found your stash. I hung up on her and got my ass back there.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??" Says my mild mannered, clean mouthed mom.

-skipping the not fun part-

My dumb, right brained, curious side ends up questioning her on why she is so against weed. She tells me that #1, it's illegal. (no shit.) #2 It can be laced. (sigh..) #3, She doesn't want me associated with "those people" (druggies or hippies?) #4, It causes brain damage, cancer and other health problems. (I asked her to elaborate, and shot down everything she said from studies done.) Around the end of the night, after I tell her that it has less negative effects than half the shit they put in food, the only reason she can give me not to do it is the legal issues, and the smoking part.

She calls me a hippie 3-4 times throughout the night.

My still curious, irrational, right brained mind realizes the similarities that this conversation has to peer pressuring. Around the end of the night, she tells me that she doesn't like the idea of smoking. "Ok, mom. If it was legal, not laced, and in brownie form, would you try it?" "Probably, yeah." "lmao" She walks towards me to give me a hug, says "I love you." I hug her and quietly ask her if she wants a joint. She laughs and tells me how that isn't funny and goes to bed.

Because she isn't going to catch me with illegal drugs and let me get off without punishment, she grounds me from my computer for a couple weeks to a month, which I happily accept as opposed to being grounded for the rest of the summer.

I'm posting this from my brother's laptop which doesn't have a spell check in the browser. Please excuse any spelling errors.

Sin.Ziggy.

Mr.Tree · 06-14-2008, 12:30 AM

haha good story

OldMan&TheWeed · 06-14-2008, 01:11 AM

There are worse things to be called than hippie. My guess is she most likely smoked weed when she was younger, never got into trouble before quiting, and considers herself lucky. At any rate your mom is obviously worried about you and feels that you might not be as lucky as she was. If you get caught it can really complicate your life as far as college funding etc. (I have a high school age son, and I worry about this issue quite a lot.) You seem to appreciate how your mother feels which shows that you are mature for your age.

I doubt that you NEED to smoke pot. Weigh a few years without THC against your mother's concern for you. Think of the worry you'll cause her by smoking right now. You'll have plenty of time later to enjoy Mary Jane in peace when you have your own place.

WildWill · 06-14-2008, 09:58 AM

So getting caught was a self-fulfilling prophecy for you right? You knew it would happen sooner or later - meaning that somewhere deep inside you WANTED to get caught. The true key to stealth is to truly believe that you won't get caught, and to be smart, which now you'll have to do if you want to keep self-medicating.

As for the laced bullshit - right, like ANY good dealer would spend the money to lace his product, knowing that their customers wouldn't return after that. Pot hasn't been laced since the 70's. Sure, it's a hell of a lot stronger today than it's ever been, but that's good genetics and proper grows, not being laced with something.

And if as a medical patient, I'm a hippie then so be it. At least I'm a happy hippie! Point your mother to the ASA website or the NORML website to have ALL of her myths exploded.

Ziggy Fry · 06-14-2008, 10:12 AM

When my mom called me a hippie, I thought it was funny. She was mostly worried because she thought it was often laced and you could become addicted to something without knowing it, therefore screwing yourself. She thought your judgment was affected the way it is with other drugs, too.

She also still thought you could O.D. on it.

My mom has never done any illegal drugs.

I saw this coming because, although I did all I could NOT to get caught, I just couldn't see how never being caught would happen. (my dad already knew anyway)

I think if I show her some of OUR websites as opposed to the parental propaganda websites she has been reading (sick), she might be more or less ok with the occasional usage if it isn't in smoke form and it's at home. Maybe I can make brownies and offer her one

I'll have to talk to her and see how she stands now. Since I've been gone for a while I haven't had the chance. She might just be happy if I'm open with her.

We'll see how it goes

Edit: I forgot to add....

All she found really was a bag of some seeds and stems (just from an eighth). She took a look at it, brought me downstairs and laughed as she put it down the garbage disposal. She was having a fun time until I explained that only druggies smoke seeds.

Sin.Ziggy.

SpankyMcLankey · 06-14-2008, 02:11 PM

It sounds some what similar to my story.

My mom and I both still bring it up once and awhile. Including yesterday,(most every week) she told me a funny story.

"I had five friends that decided they were going to smoke. This was after I graduated high school and these girls were always good girls, and they had this group."

My Mom grew up in the country, so the whole time I am assuming this is a story about her and her 4 friends out of probably 20 in the whole senor class...

"They called them selves W.O.W.. 'Women on Weed.'."

"K, sweet story mom."

"Any ways, I think it's normal for some one to do it for just a short period of time."

So anyways, I take it that she admitted to it as far as that story goes. She always asks me what's my view on it too. She thinks that I am going to smoke for the rest of my life, but I tell her I'm going to grow out of it after high school.

matthewmunari · 06-18-2008, 05:20 PM

funny stuff zig...part of growing up!
look at my post time hahah

anitablaze · 06-19-2008, 12:55 PM

mann you got off easy!!
if my mom found any of my shit, she would disown me, as in, i would never see her again.
same w/ the father.

noregretsyet · 06-19-2008, 02:06 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ziggy Fry

Well, I knew it was going to happen eventually, I just wasn't sure when.

It finally happened about a week ago.

I live at my mom's house, and she always told me she would have a stroke if she ever found out that I was doing any of that kind of "stuff". I was usually the "good" child and nobody really suspected me of anything.

I started smoking my freshman year in high school and I have done it more frequently since then. I started doing it daily for more or less a month while she left to see my dad. Sometimes I would go to a friends house, but usually I would just go solo in the garage and surf yahooka.

On my dresser I have a record player and speakers. My brother used to have it set up in his room, and showed me how he hid it in the inside of the speaker. Great. It fits a bottle with dryer sheets in it, bags, lighters, whatever.

A week ago, I was going to meet up with some friends to "hang out" at the marina. I got into my speaker, got what I needed and as I was putting it all in my pocket, my mom walks in. She didn't see anything, but I was standing in a corner with my speaker on it's side. I try (and knowingly fail) at trying to act normal. I picked up a roll of scotch tape and say "oh, there it is."

"What's that for?" "I..needed to put this away." "You walked halfway out the door, came inside, went upstairs and to your room so you could put the scotch tape away?" "..yea."

She says ok and I think "oh wow that was close." I go outside and meet up with my friends. About 2 minutes after I leave the door, I get a phone call. It's my mom. I pick it up and she says "Get your ass back here. I found your stash. I hung up on her and got my ass back there.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??" Says my mild mannered, clean mouthed mom.

-skipping the not fun part-

My dumb, right brained, curious side ends up questioning her on why she is so against weed. She tells me that #1, it's illegal. (no shit.) #2 It can be laced. (sigh..) #3, She doesn't want me associated with "those people" (druggies or hippies?) #4, It causes brain damage, cancer and other health problems. (I asked her to elaborate, and shot down everything she said from studies done.) Around the end of the night, after I tell her that it has less negative effects than half the shit they put in food, the only reason she can give me not to do it is the legal issues, and the smoking part.

She calls me a hippie 3-4 times throughout the night.

My still curious, irrational, right brained mind realizes the similarities that this conversation has to peer pressuring. Around the end of the night, she tells me that she doesn't like the idea of smoking. "Ok, mom. If it was legal, not laced, and in brownie form, would you try it?" "Probably, yeah." "lmao" She walks towards me to give me a hug, says "I love you." I hug her and quietly ask her if she wants a joint. She laughs and tells me how that isn't funny and goes to bed.

Because she isn't going to catch me with illegal drugs and let me get off without punishment, she grounds me from my computer for a couple weeks to a month, which I happily accept as opposed to being grounded for the rest of the summer.

I'm posting this from my brother's laptop which doesn't have a spell check in the browser. Please excuse any spelling errors.

Sin.Ziggy.

great mother you have kiddo....be patient and stay in school and someday you can make your own decisions. Someday pot will be legal anyway. Stupid that you can legally destroy your body with alcohol....but can't legally smoke a good herbal medicine.....but that is how it is I guess.

matthewmunari · 06-20-2008, 01:19 PM

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Originally Posted by noregretsyet

great mother you have kiddo....be patient and stay in school and someday you can make your own decisions. Someday pot will be legal anyway. Stupid that you can legally destroy your body with alcohol....but can't legally smoke a good herbal medicine.....but that is how it is I guess.

FINALLY WE HAVE A CLUE TO THE ZIG-MEISTERS age

spicoli · 06-20-2008, 04:35 PM

getting caught sucks. i remember it well. mine didn't ground me, just gave me a long lecture, called me a doper a few times (in jest) and told me not to do it again.
maybe they should've grounded me.

SourDeez · 06-21-2008, 09:33 PM

Good story, however weed is often laced, at least where im from. The dealer Ive been gettin from this month I recently found out sprays his shit with raid bug spray, I just thought it was good herb cuz I got really high, but the small headache after I was high every time shood have warned me. Also, I live near a city called Paterson where shit is laced with bombing fluid sometimes. There r tons of other cheap chemicals that increase the weight and make u get high as balls that r hurting u more than tree shood. I dnt really mind tho, high is high so Ill take w.e.

bizong · 06-22-2008, 01:08 AM

there is a time and place for every thing and thats college

matthewmunari · 06-22-2008, 02:38 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by SourDeez

Good story, however weed is often laced, at least where im from. The dealer Ive been gettin from this month I recently found out sprays his shit with raid bug spray, I just thought it was good herb cuz I got really high, but the small headache after I was high every time shood have warned me. Also, I live near a city called Paterson where shit is laced with bombing fluid sometimes. There r tons of other cheap chemicals that increase the weight and make u get high as balls that r hurting u more than tree shood. I dnt really mind tho, high is high so Ill take w.e.

really???that sucks, cuz the weed i get is grown with t.l.c. by a guy with a med. m.j. card for the st. of nevada...he's got a green thumb, and he doesnt't spray his shit whatsoever to increase the weight..if he wants to sell any, he can charge mucho dinero cause of the quality of the bud,not the weight..but this is coming from a trusted friend, not aquaintence...he can clone plants like i've never seen b4, dude seriously has a green thumb....

matthewmunari · 06-22-2008, 02:44 AM

p.s. zig, you should cook some brownies w/ a "little"(i say little cuz the effect is so potent")bud in them, and offer her one, or just leave them laying in the fridge...hahaha dont tell any1 that theres m.j. in them...its too funny watching people on drugs unknowingly, because they think they're just "feelin weird"..eitherr that or get a bunch of syringes from your pharmacy, and "accidentally" leave 1 laying out where she could find it! HAHAHAH, I would pay to be a fly on the wall for a ringside seat to that show

p.s. YOU KNOW I'M OBVIOUSLY JOKING RIGHT....GOOD

SourDeez · 06-22-2008, 08:10 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by matthewmunari

really???that sucks, cuz the weed i get is grown with t.l.c. by a guy with a med. m.j. card for the st. of nevada...he's got a green thumb, and he doesnt't spray his shit whatsoever to increase the weight..if he wants to sell any, he can charge mucho dinero cause of the quality of the bud,not the weight..but this is coming from a trusted friend, not aquaintence...he can clone plants like i've never seen b4, dude seriously has a green thumb....

O wow we dnt have any growers in our town unfortunatly, however the biggest guy in our town has only natural stuff and its very good, such as piff, Purp kush, purp haze, sour diesel, ak-47, etc. However almost every other person has shit that is somewhat laced, and if u go to Paterson, the weed capital of NJ, theres alot of shit laced with hard stuff.

adane · 06-22-2008, 09:21 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by SourDeez

O wow we dnt have any growers in our town unfortunatly, however the biggest guy in our town has only natural stuff and its very good, such as piff, Purp kush, purp haze, sour diesel, ak-47, etc. However almost every other person has shit that is somewhat laced, and if u go to Paterson, the weed capital of NJ, theres alot of shit laced with hard stuff.

that sucks dude. im from jersey too and none of the shit i get is laced. some of the stuff i get is from my friend who is at rutgers. you can get some geood bud for decent prices from colleges.

where are you from in jersey

.Dopey · 06-25-2008, 02:58 PM

ok
i started smoking weed in the middle of eighth grade. my parents have always told me that weed will ruin your life and shit. so i looked into it and it turns out that weed is like hella not harmful at all. sure, the smoking part is bad but it is so much better than cigaretes. so anyway, we were in mexico and i think weed is legal down there, and there were people selling weed, pipes,bongs,vaporize rs, and anything associated with maryjane. so i bought a colorchanging glass pipe with a carb. since we were in a resort, i didnt know where to hide it. so i stuck it in m nikes and put the shoes in our closet. i didnt worry about it the rest of our time there because i had it all planned out. i would wear baggy pants and just put it in my pocket, and hide it when i got home. but, the last day. we were all packing and stuff and i was laying in bed, and my dad finds my nikes in the closet and hes like, "heres your shoes matt". he didnt see the pipe at first cus i wear 11.5 size and the pipe was like 4in. until i saw that look on his face, when he was examining the pipe in his hand. i had that feeling of that cold shiver that goes thru your whole body. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MATT? uhh i found it. WHAT THE HELL. YOURE FULL OF SHIT. I AM COMPLETELY BESIDE MYSELF RIGHT NOW MATT. i just sat shrugging. he told my mom, and she came into the room and was like, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SOME DOPE SMOKER? HUH? i didnt really listen because there was no getting out of this one. i never saw that pipe again. now that i got caught once, and i told my parents i dont smoke, what happens if they find something else like the 30sack taped to my closet, or the other pipe in my old backpack, or the hookah in my lego jar. haha, idk. i guess whatever happens happens.
peace.

06-13-2008, 09:57 PM	#1 (permalink)
Ziggy Fry This is not a pipe. Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: 45°22'21.80 N 85°58'18.03 W Posts: 403 Thanks: 115 Thanked 62 Times in 50 Posts	Got Caught Well, I knew it was going to happen eventually, I just wasn't sure when. It finally happened about a week ago. I live at my mom's house, and she always told me she would have a stroke if she ever found out that I was doing any of that kind of "stuff". I was usually the "good" child and nobody really suspected me of anything. I started smoking my freshman year in high school and I have done it more frequently since then. I started doing it daily for more or less a month while she left to see my dad. Sometimes I would go to a friends house, but usually I would just go solo in the garage and surf yahooka. On my dresser I have a record player and speakers. My brother used to have it set up in his room, and showed me how he hid it in the inside of the speaker. Great. It fits a bottle with dryer sheets in it, bags, lighters, whatever. A week ago, I was going to meet up with some friends to "hang out" at the marina. I got into my speaker, got what I needed and as I was putting it all in my pocket, my mom walks in. She didn't see anything, but I was standing in a corner with my speaker on it's side. I try (and knowingly fail) at trying to act normal. I picked up a roll of scotch tape and say "oh, there it is." "What's that for?" "I..needed to put this away." "You walked halfway out the door, came inside, went upstairs and to your room so you could put the scotch tape away?" "..yea." She says ok and I think "oh wow that was close." I go outside and meet up with my friends. About 2 minutes after I leave the door, I get a phone call. It's my mom. I pick it up and she says "Get your ass back here. I found your stash. I hung up on her and got my ass back there. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??" Says my mild mannered, clean mouthed mom. -skipping the not fun part- My dumb, right brained, curious side ends up questioning her on why she is so against weed. She tells me that #1, it's illegal. (no shit.) #2 It can be laced. (sigh..) #3, She doesn't want me associated with "those people" (druggies or hippies?) #4, It causes brain damage, cancer and other health problems. (I asked her to elaborate, and shot down everything she said from studies done.) Around the end of the night, after I tell her that it has less negative effects than half the shit they put in food, the only reason she can give me not to do it is the legal issues, and the smoking part. She calls me a hippie 3-4 times throughout the night. My still curious, irrational, right brained mind realizes the similarities that this conversation has to peer pressuring. Around the end of the night, she tells me that she doesn't like the idea of smoking. "Ok, mom. If it was legal, not laced, and in brownie form, would you try it?" "Probably, yeah." "lmao" She walks towards me to give me a hug, says "I love you." I hug her and quietly ask her if she wants a joint. She laughs and tells me how that isn't funny and goes to bed. Because she isn't going to catch me with illegal drugs and let me get off without punishment, she grounds me from my computer for a couple weeks to a month, which I happily accept as opposed to being grounded for the rest of the summer. I'm posting this from my brother's laptop which doesn't have a spell check in the browser. Please excuse any spelling errors. Sin.Ziggy.

06-14-2008, 09:58 AM	#4 (permalink)
WildWill Go Medical! Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Beverly Hills Adjacent Posts: 396 Thanks: 60 Thanked 61 Times in 51 Posts	So getting caught was a self-fulfilling prophecy for you right? You knew it would happen sooner or later - meaning that somewhere deep inside you WANTED to get caught. The true key to stealth is to truly believe that you won't get caught, and to be smart, which now you'll have to do if you want to keep self-medicating. As for the laced bullshit - right, like ANY good dealer would spend the money to lace his product, knowing that their customers wouldn't return after that. Pot hasn't been laced since the 70's. Sure, it's a hell of a lot stronger today than it's ever been, but that's good genetics and proper grows, not being laced with something. And if as a medical patient, I'm a hippie then so be it. At least I'm a happy hippie! Point your mother to the ASA website or the NORML website to have ALL of her myths exploded. __________________ Custom Volcano Bags http://www.geocities.com/wmnoe/volcanobags.html

06-14-2008, 10:12 AM	#5 (permalink)
Ziggy Fry This is not a pipe. Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: 45°22'21.80 N 85°58'18.03 W Posts: 403 Thanks: 115 Thanked 62 Times in 50 Posts	When my mom called me a hippie, I thought it was funny. She was mostly worried because she thought it was often laced and you could become addicted to something without knowing it, therefore screwing yourself. She thought your judgment was affected the way it is with other drugs, too. She also still thought you could O.D. on it. My mom has never done any illegal drugs. I saw this coming because, although I did all I could NOT to get caught, I just couldn't see how never being caught would happen. (my dad already knew anyway) I think if I show her some of OUR websites as opposed to the parental propaganda websites she has been reading (sick), she might be more or less ok with the occasional usage if it isn't in smoke form and it's at home. Maybe I can make brownies and offer her one I'll have to talk to her and see how she stands now. Since I've been gone for a while I haven't had the chance. She might just be happy if I'm open with her. We'll see how it goes Edit: I forgot to add.... All she found really was a bag of some seeds and stems (just from an eighth). She took a look at it, brought me downstairs and laughed as she put it down the garbage disposal. She was having a fun time until I explained that only druggies smoke seeds. Sin.Ziggy. Last edited by Ziggy Fry; 06-14-2008 at 10:41 AM.

06-19-2008, 12:55 PM	#8 (permalink)
anitablaze we r the naked ones Join Date: May 2008 Location: buttfuck nowhere Posts: 160 Blog Entries: 8 Thanks: 13 Thanked 11 Times in 11 Posts	mann you got off easy!! if my mom found any of my shit, she would disown me, as in, i would never see her again. same w/ the father. __________________ BOMBING for PEACE is like FUCKING for VIRGINITY "I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent"- Mohandas K. Gandhi Look at what it's doing to you; but that's okay, look at how it feels.

06-20-2008, 04:35 PM	#11 (permalink)
spicoli YaHookan Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Cali Posts: 557 Thanks: 83 Thanked 57 Times in 46 Posts	getting caught sucks. i remember it well. mine didn't ground me, just gave me a long lecture, called me a doper a few times (in jest) and told me not to do it again. maybe they should've grounded me. __________________ The only thing that limits human beings is what we think we know. -me

06-14-2008, 12:30 AM	#2 (permalink)
Mr.Tree jujubee lord Join Date: Jun 2007 Location: Detroit, Mich Posts: 451 Thanks: 106 Thanked 36 Times in 32 Posts	haha good story

06-14-2008, 01:11 AM	#3 (permalink)
OldMan&TheWeed The Old Man and the Weed Join Date: May 2006 Location: The West Posts: 1,494 Thanks: 21 Thanked 176 Times in 97 Posts	There are worse things to be called than hippie. My guess is she most likely smoked weed when she was younger, never got into trouble before quiting, and considers herself lucky. At any rate your mom is obviously worried about you and feels that you might not be as lucky as she was. If you get caught it can really complicate your life as far as college funding etc. (I have a high school age son, and I worry about this issue quite a lot.) You seem to appreciate how your mother feels which shows that you are mature for your age. I doubt that you NEED to smoke pot. Weigh a few years without THC against your mother's concern for you. Think of the worry you'll cause her by smoking right now. You'll have plenty of time later to enjoy Mary Jane in peace when you have your own place.

06-14-2008, 02:11 PM	#6 (permalink)
SpankyMcLankey YaHookan Join Date: Sep 2007 Posts: 1,075 Thanks: 145 Thanked 95 Times in 86 Posts	It sounds some what similar to my story. My mom and I both still bring it up once and awhile. Including yesterday,(most every week) she told me a funny story. "I had five friends that decided they were going to smoke. This was after I graduated high school and these girls were always good girls, and they had this group." My Mom grew up in the country, so the whole time I am assuming this is a story about her and her 4 friends out of probably 20 in the whole senor class... "They called them selves W.O.W.. 'Women on Weed.'." "K, sweet story mom." "Any ways, I think it's normal for some one to do it for just a short period of time." So anyways, I take it that she admitted to it as far as that story goes. She always asks me what's my view on it too. She thinks that I am going to smoke for the rest of my life, but I tell her I'm going to grow out of it after high school.

06-21-2008, 09:33 PM	#12 (permalink)
SourDeez We smokin sour! Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: Jerzey Posts: 72 Thanks: 8 Thanked 3 Times in 3 Posts	Good story, however weed is often laced, at least where im from. The dealer Ive been gettin from this month I recently found out sprays his shit with raid bug spray, I just thought it was good herb cuz I got really high, but the small headache after I was high every time shood have warned me. Also, I live near a city called Paterson where shit is laced with bombing fluid sometimes. There r tons of other cheap chemicals that increase the weight and make u get high as balls that r hurting u more than tree shood. I dnt really mind tho, high is high so Ill take w.e.

06-22-2008, 01:08 AM	#13 (permalink)
bizong shortie Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: some place in colorado Posts: 848 Thanks: 5 Thanked 20 Times in 19 Posts	there is a time and place for every thing and thats college __________________ When you make friends with the enemy are you not destroying them? i its hard to hug a door.

06-25-2008, 02:58 PM	#18 (permalink)
.Dopey Don't worry about it Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: Sacramento Posts: 3 Thanks: 0 Thanked 2 Times in 1 Post	ok i started smoking weed in the middle of eighth grade. my parents have always told me that weed will ruin your life and shit. so i looked into it and it turns out that weed is like hella not harmful at all. sure, the smoking part is bad but it is so much better than cigaretes. so anyway, we were in mexico and i think weed is legal down there, and there were people selling weed, pipes,bongs,vaporize rs, and anything associated with maryjane. so i bought a colorchanging glass pipe with a carb. since we were in a resort, i didnt know where to hide it. so i stuck it in m nikes and put the shoes in our closet. i didnt worry about it the rest of our time there because i had it all planned out. i would wear baggy pants and just put it in my pocket, and hide it when i got home. but, the last day. we were all packing and stuff and i was laying in bed, and my dad finds my nikes in the closet and hes like, "heres your shoes matt". he didnt see the pipe at first cus i wear 11.5 size and the pipe was like 4in. until i saw that look on his face, when he was examining the pipe in his hand. i had that feeling of that cold shiver that goes thru your whole body. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MATT? uhh i found it. WHAT THE HELL. YOURE FULL OF SHIT. I AM COMPLETELY BESIDE MYSELF RIGHT NOW MATT. i just sat shrugging. he told my mom, and she came into the room and was like, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SOME DOPE SMOKER? HUH? i didnt really listen because there was no getting out of this one. i never saw that pipe again. now that i got caught once, and i told my parents i dont smoke, what happens if they find something else like the 30sack taped to my closet, or the other pipe in my old backpack, or the hookah in my lego jar. haha, idk. i guess whatever happens happens. peace.