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Haha. Yeah, as you can guess from the post's subject, I got rumbled. Thankfully, I'm only 17, so police didn't get directly involved, but parent's sure are pissed. Okay, so here's my story!
Last night, after work, a buddy of mine came round, and we took a little while to pack some booze and bongs from my room, and talked about the fun we should be having that night at other friend's house. Anyway, we set off, stopping to buy munchies on the way. Get to my other friend's house, says hello to everyone else, then take a few hits from a pipe, eats cookies and chill, playing four-player GoldenEye at some point on the N64.
Things are going good until my friend's mobile phone rings, with my home phone number flashing up on the screen. I answer, to hear my dad shouting for me to "Get the hell home immediately to tidy this room." So, buzzkill, but regardless, I make my way home. Get in, and parents are sat in living room, and ignore my presence.
So I go up into my bedroom, to see absolutly everything tipped out into the centre of the floor. Clothes, CDs, bags, and yeah... my stash! I just started laughing, and then began to tidy up. My dad then comes up. He simply says "Are you on drugs?" I tell him that I occassionally smoke marijuana, and attempt to explain that it's safer than alcohol and tobacco (of which both my parents indulge in). Dad seemed a little interested, until my crazy mum bursts in!
Screaming her head off and in tears, she threatens all sorts of action, which including selling my car, destroying my tickets to see the Foo Fighters, and ultimately turning me in! Well, (unfortuantely prehaps) the cookies had hit home, and I started to laugh at her! Big mistake, coz then my went nuts too, coz I was showing my mum no respect! After several other visits from them, they leave me to finish tyding up. I go to bed.
Dad woke me this morning and told me to get changed, that I was going down to the police station with him! At this point, I start to get scared, as my dad informs me that he's figured where I get the weed from, and who I smoke it with. He actually rang round my friend's house to inform his parents. The sly ******. I told him that I would accept my punishment, but that there was no need to bring others down with me. Regardless, my mates are pretty screwed too, and in a similar situation to me. All this before going to the police station!!
Fearful of being tested for it, I proceeded to drink about four litres of water! I read on this postboard somewhere of someone drinking loads before their scheduled drug tests, and passing despite smoking, so I thought it was worth a try.
Down in the police station, I discover that I actually have about a ten-spot of resin in my back pocket! Major panic, and I think about flushing it, or trying to ditch it, but then I get called through with my dad. I do as instructed. It turned out to be an informal chat with some drug officer, who presented me with the negative aspects of using marijuana, but mostly on the legal punishments of being caught with it. To be honest, the officer was pretty sound, and was impressed with my knowledge of marijuana from a legal point of view.
I basically explained to him and my dad that when I smoke marijuana, I am aware of the legal "risk" (as low as it is, when I smoke at home/friend's house) and that I would appreciate support from my parents when smoking, rather than them going against me, and me prehaps taking bigger risks to smoke.
Mum still hasn't spoken to me, and dad says that because my schoolwork hasn't appreared to have dropped (despite drug use) that he'll still allow me to go to the Foo Fighters gig!
So, here I am. I dunno how to play things now. Certainly I'm gonna stop smoking for a little while, just until things settle, and see what else my mum and dad have to say. I can understand why they are disappointed, but I am also gonna stick to my guns, in the hope that a happy-medium can be struck between my parents and my smoking habits.
Okay, thanks for reading. Replies appreciated of course!

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