The bin was in my automobile and my dad was in the driveway when I got home
My mom and dad have a zero tolerance policy on marijuana use in their house, my little sister got caught with a half joint in her pocket one time and my dad grounded her for 3 months and made her take random drug tests while she was grounded. I knew it was going to be taxing to move home and live with my mom and dad. Although I did not have any option when my girlfriend and I broke up and I lost my job on the same afternoon. I wanted to drive my automobile off a bridge, and I knew it was time to get some help. I spent a couple of afternoons in the mental hospital getting my brain straight and then we moved into the house with my mom and dad and siblings who are seniors in private school. I’m 3 years older than my twin sisters. I smoke marijuana everyday, so I leave the house in the afternoon to get a cup of coffee from the corner store, that is my excuse to smoke marijuana. I have a ritual to get rid of the smoke and the odor that includes cologne, febreeze, and lots of incense, but just a small number of afternoons ago. I stopped at the dispensary on my way home from job hunting. I picked up a couple of grams of cheap weed. The bin was in my automobile and my dad was in the driveway when I got home. My dad wanted to talk about my interviews, although I was in a hurry to get in the house. I’m so blissful he did not ask what I had in the bag, because I’m a bad liar.