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 three months and made him take random drug tests while he was grounded.
I knew it was going to be hard to move back home and live with my mom and dad, but I didn’t have any choice 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 days in the mental hospital getting my brain straight and then I moved into the house with my mom and dad and two brothers who are seniors in high school. I’m three years older than my twin brothers. I smoke marijuana everyday, so I leave the house in the morning 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. A couple of days ago, I stopped at the dispensary on my way home from job hunting. I picked up a couple of eighths of cheap weed. The bag was in my car and my dad was in the driveway when I got home. My dad wanted to talk about my interviews, but I was in a hurry to get in the house. I’m so glad he didn’t ask what I had in the bag, because I’m a terrible liar.