Oh my God. They found it. The pot. In my drawer, in a cute little jar. But thank God they are so ignorant. See, my parents are from korea, where marijuana is just as bad as any other illegal drug, and the proverbial shit would hit the fan if they found out. I wouldn’t be surprised if they disowned me.
It’s biomass from environmental science class. You know, just harmless dried up plants from the back of the school. Oh, and the teacher told me to keep it somewhere dark and dry. Oh the paper funnel? We have really small test tubes. No it’s not for emptying out cigarettes and then putting weed in.
And they bought it. :eek: I don’t know if they’re pretending, but probably not. Thank Lord Jesus Christ (though i have no faith…) for parental ignorance and denial. Thank YOU!
Goodnight.
non-native, don’t you live in Guatemala? What are possession and usage laws like there? Or would you have diplomatic immunity? Either way, I’d advise: (a) quit or (b) be more careful.
My sister found mine. I left my pickup truck that I drove from Colorado at my folks’ house in Virginia. As they were driving me to the train to go to NY I remembered my baggie under the carpet under the driver’s seat. My blood ran cold but what could I do? “I have to go back, I forgot something under the carpet under the driver’s seat of my truck.”
Anyway, my sister thought she’d do me a favor and clean out my truck. Boy did she clean it! Her friend in the FBI identified it for her. My…stash…my…going away present from my friends…
Lockbox is good… tylenol bottles work too (the white plastic ones)… just say you have it for headaches and they shouldn’t find it… unless they run out and decide to raid yours… But that only works for smaller amounts unless you get big bottles of tylenol.
ShibbOleth: Thanks for your thoughts, but I never smoke in public places and my appearance is far from suspicious. I’m definately extra extra careful when i’m carrying the stuff and never do anything to do put myself and my father’s reputation at risk.
** Enola Straight**: Thanks for the advice, but I still trust my better judgement, despite the fact it has failed me in this instance. It doesn’t seem like you approve of marijuana use (or my marijuana use), but that’s an entirely different topic.
Bosda Di’Chi of Tricor I could buy a safe except that would make my parents even more suspicious. They don’t believe in privacy. In fact, they found it digging through my drawers. Also weed here is ridiculously cheap. We don’t use weight, but an average plastic bag filled to the brim might be something like $20~30. It’s waaaay cheaper than alcohol. Though that’s not my reason for smoking, it does play a factor.
In case you’re wondering, I have yet to run into problems due to pot socially, academically, or what have you. And I know i’m not dependent because i have gone long periods of time free of weed without running into any sort of mental, emotional, or physical problems.
Thanks everyone for your anecdotes, advice, and criticism. Anyone else feel free to share your stories.
Well said, non-native. I’m sick of people assuming I’m a brain-dead, drooling, Cheeto-munching idiot just because I smoke pot. If they’d check my grades and my teachers’ and fellow students’ opinions of my abilities, they’d realize they were sorely mistaken.
I have a story of my own. My boss found my stash.
I usually bring a little something to work with me to smoke after he leaves. It’s a pretty boring job. Out of an eight-hour night, I only have enough work to keep me busy for two or three hours at the most. It’s paper/computer work, too, so I hope the anti-pot people in this thread don’t get their panties all bunched up over safety issues.
One night, I was leaving work to go get some fast food. The boss was still there. In order to minimize my risk while driving to McDonald’s, I hid my bag and pipe in a stationery box on the top shelf of our small storage room before I left.
After I got back and ate my food, my boss called me into the small room. He was holding my sack and beautiful glass pipe. Turns out the box wasn’t balanced too well and it fell onto the floor.
The boss’s reaction? “Here, take this stuff out to your car or wherever. Just make to keep it out of the building.”
I profusely thanked him and put the stuff in my car.
I found out later that he used to smoke pot back in the 70s. He’s even hinted around at wanting to try it again and once asked me how much a joint costs these days.
My parents have never found my stash as I don’t live with them anymore. I started smoking when I lived with Grandma but I never carried any, I swiftly found out which of my clothes held the smell the most though after my friends hot boxed me (just before I actually started to smoke) and my scarf held onto it. I only just starting getting some of my own (friends and I all pitch and split what we get) and only just got a pipe. I never carry it with me anyway, it’s stuck in a nice little stash tin along with my pipe tucked in with my undies. And as I no longer live at home, I have no worries because my roomies smoke too.
I dont get the big deal about people wanting to smoke pot…honestly. One of the main reasons I look down on drug use (any illegal drug use that is…throw in alcohol at any age too) is just because I dont get why people have to inject stuff into their body to enjoy theirselves. The wise people of the world know how to have a great time and are completely sober minded at the same time. It does a lot for your pride as well. I know a lot of people are going to think I’m stupid for even saying that, but remeber: I respect your opinions, I hope you respect mine.
Today a guy in detention with me tossed me a small orange medicine bottle (you know, with those CONTROLED SUBSTANCE stickers on it) while there were only 3 other people in the room, not counting the really bitchy teacher in the front that yells if you sneeze.
Inside was just a little weed, obviously the last little bit from a pretty big stash. He didn’t realize that I WAS ASLEEP!! (I was there for an hour already, for some bored teacher who heard me tell a kid to f**k off)
It bounced off my chair and rolled back to him. He kicked it behind his backpack just as the lady got all bitchy and thought we were tapping on the desks to communicate.
Later this guy told me he thought I would like a little bit for later.
I was VERY pissed at him… Had he been caught attempting to pass me weed in DETENTION we both would’ve been f**ked.
Are you sure you aren’t drunk? Theirselves? Honestly, I hate the spelling police as much as the next guy, but “theirselves?” Let’s try a little harder, ok? (Actually that goes for your whole post)
One of the reasons I look down on people, such as yourself, who look down on people who use drugs is that people like you think everyone should think the way that you think. I don’t get why people want to jump out of perfectly good airplanes, or why people want to run up and down a hard wood floor bouncing an inflated piece of animal skin, or why people smoke weed, or why people want to do any number of other things that people derive value or pleasure from. The fact that you “dont” get it doesn**’**t mean it is of no value, or that the people who do it are stupid.
Perhaps you’d like to list some of the activities that you enjoy and then we can all decide if we ‘get’ them or not, and whether we ought to look down on your sorry ass. Actually, don’t bother. I look down on you already. Rhum
