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 months and made him take random drug tests while he was grounded.
I knew it was going to be difficult to move back home and live with our mom and dad, but I did not have any option when my girlfriend and I broke up and I lost my 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 house with my mom and dad and 2 brothers who are seniors in school. I’m more than two years older than our twin brothers. I smoke marijuana everyday, so I leave the house in the day to get a cup of root beer from the corner store, that is my 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. I stopped at the dispensary on our way home from job hunting. I picked up a couple of grams of cheap weed. The basket was in our car and our dad was in the driveway when I got home. My dad wanted to talk about our interviews, but I was in a hurry to get in the house. I’m so thrilled he did not ask what I had in the bag, because I’m a bad liar.