My mom and dad have a zero tolerance policy on marijuana use in their house, my little brother got caught with a half joint in his pocket one time and my dad grounded him for more than two weeks and made him take random drug tests while he was grounded. I knew it was going to be strenuous to transfer back home and live with my mom and dad. I did not have any option when our girlfriend and I broke up and I lost our job on the same day. I wanted to drive my car off a bridge and I knew it was time to get some help. I spent a couple of afternoons in the mental hospital getting our brain straight and then I moved into the home with my mom and dad and two brothers who are seniors in private school. I’m two years older than my twin brothers. I smoke marijuana everyday, so I leave the home in the morning to get a cup of coffee from the corner store. That is our excuse to smoke marijuana. I have a ritual to get rid of the smoke and the smell that includes cologne, febreeze and lots of incense. A couple of afternoons ago, I stopped at the dispensary on our way home from job hunting. I picked up a couple of eighths of cheap weed. The basket was in my car and my dad was in the driveway when I got home. My dad wanted to talk about my interviews. I was in a hurry to get in the house. I’m so glad he did not ask what I had in the bag, because I’m a terrible liar.