Beargryll

Ahh, yes the good ol' days before my parents knew i was a true pothead. Before i unfold this here story, i'll give you some background information. Well my mothers fairly liberal, she never knew i smoked pot at the time, nor' did she expect it, this took place 12:00PM on a friday night just below my mothers window on my back porch. Mind you this is a 3 part story.
PART1
I hadn't smoked for nearly 2 weeks, i had waited a fair amount of time to smoke, and even if my mother was awake, that wasn't going to stop me. We climbed out the window, popping the screen out, stealthily moving to the back porch below my mothers window. For this night was special my oldest brother jonathan had just boughten a 3 chamber bong, and this was only my fourth time smoking. We talked quietly amunst ourselves, mingling about simple things nothing too important. As i took 3 bong rips i cut myself off and decided to head inside while my brothers continued there smoking session as i stumbled in obnoxiously being very loud, my brother called out "Shut the fuck up you retard". I laughed, as i went up the stairs i got an eerie feeling, noticing the screen was now placed in, i instantly thought i was fucked. Before i had a chance to proceed in my thought process i here the door open, it was my mom.