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i just got fucked.
when i got home this morning, all the goddamn doors were locked. since i couldn't slip in undetected i went to alex's house to spray myself with axe and chew some gum. no one was home so i just told myself "don't worry dan you don't smell like alcohol and throw up no one will notice." i rang the door bell and my mom answered. it didn't seem like she suspected anything so i changed my shirt and went out to lunch with eric. apparently she could smell me though, so she went snooping around in the basement.
the first place she checked was my bedside drawer. she found: a gram of weed, a homemade bong, and condoms. she moved on to the closet, where buried under some clothes in the back corner were two empty bottles of coconut rum and peach schnapps. how the fuck did those get left inside goddamnit??? so my mom goes on my computer... and i feel like a fucking idiot. cause this is what really screwed me over. an open internet page on how to make a gravity bong, and another on how to make the sweetest weed food products around. so she decides to read my open instant message windows. my conversation with alex revealed that i got really drunk last night and wasn't at eric's like i told my parents. it also had the both of us talking about how weed is much better than alcohol. my conversation with nick was about buying lsd and shrooms. fuck.
the three things my parents don't want me doing: drugs, alcohol, and sex. the two that were new to my parents were the smoking and drinking. they were pissssssssed off. we had to have a "serious talk." i had them practically wrapped around my finger. they trusted my every word. i had NEVER EVER EVER been caught doing anything bad before. that trust was shattered. my mom was scared shitless that i had even been interested in psychadelics and didn't believe me when i told her i had never done acid.
i, super genious extraordinare, managed to talk most of it away. holy shit even i was impressed. my final punishment: i can't spend the night out until at least the end of august, and i have to be in by 11 on weeknights. not bad i say. not bad at all. the only problem is that they don't trust me anymore. they really believed that i was an angel, and that whole image is gone. but my dad made a good point: i turn 18 in less than a year.
but i made a big decision today. no more drinking or drugs. and i'm serious this time. reaaaaaal serious. for serious serious. it just isn't worth it.
when i got home this morning, all the goddamn doors were locked. since i couldn't slip in undetected i went to alex's house to spray myself with axe and chew some gum. no one was home so i just told myself "don't worry dan you don't smell like alcohol and throw up no one will notice." i rang the door bell and my mom answered. it didn't seem like she suspected anything so i changed my shirt and went out to lunch with eric. apparently she could smell me though, so she went snooping around in the basement.
the first place she checked was my bedside drawer. she found: a gram of weed, a homemade bong, and condoms. she moved on to the closet, where buried under some clothes in the back corner were two empty bottles of coconut rum and peach schnapps. how the fuck did those get left inside goddamnit??? so my mom goes on my computer... and i feel like a fucking idiot. cause this is what really screwed me over. an open internet page on how to make a gravity bong, and another on how to make the sweetest weed food products around. so she decides to read my open instant message windows. my conversation with alex revealed that i got really drunk last night and wasn't at eric's like i told my parents. it also had the both of us talking about how weed is much better than alcohol. my conversation with nick was about buying lsd and shrooms. fuck.
the three things my parents don't want me doing: drugs, alcohol, and sex. the two that were new to my parents were the smoking and drinking. they were pissssssssed off. we had to have a "serious talk." i had them practically wrapped around my finger. they trusted my every word. i had NEVER EVER EVER been caught doing anything bad before. that trust was shattered. my mom was scared shitless that i had even been interested in psychadelics and didn't believe me when i told her i had never done acid.
i, super genious extraordinare, managed to talk most of it away. holy shit even i was impressed. my final punishment: i can't spend the night out until at least the end of august, and i have to be in by 11 on weeknights. not bad i say. not bad at all. the only problem is that they don't trust me anymore. they really believed that i was an angel, and that whole image is gone. but my dad made a good point: i turn 18 in less than a year.
but i made a big decision today. no more drinking or drugs. and i'm serious this time. reaaaaaal serious. for serious serious. it just isn't worth it.