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 our mom grounded him for more than 2 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 our mom and dad. I didn’t have any choice when my husband 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 nights in the mental hospital getting our brain straight and after that I moved into the house with my mom and dad and brothers who are seniors in private school. I’m more than 2 years older than my twin brothers. 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. I stopped at the dispensary on our way home from job hunting. I picked up a couple of eighths of cheap weed. The tote was in our automobile and my mom was in the driveway when I got home. My mom wanted to talk about my interviews, but I was in a hurry to get in the house. I’m so glad she didn’t ask what I had in the bag, because I’m a terrible liar.