I know this probably isnt the best place to post it, but this is the section I spend the most time on...
I busted my 14yo son smoking dope in my garage today. As soon as I opened the door I saw him throw something so I asked what he was doing.
He gave the standard teenager, up to no good response..."Nothing"
Then I got a whiff of something that smelled very familiar (from my younger days, of course). When I asked him why he was smoking dope in the garage he vehemently denied it. I glanced around where he was standing but didn't see anything so I asked him to empty him pockets. After digging out an iPod, pair of headphones, the days homework and a quarter (the coin kind), I decided to search him.
The first place I checked was the little watch pocket and found a baggy with some green leafy substance that contained seeds and stems. So, you and I both know what this substance is right? Well my son went on a rant that it is just "OREGANO."
Now I know he thinks I am stupid but come on? What 14yo keeps oregano in their pocket? Unless he is a want be chief. Not my son...he needs help boiling a hot dog.
So I tell him he is on punishment and to go to his room while I calm down a bit. While he was up in his room, I went back out into the garage to look for what he threw. After a few minutes I found a Rastafarian size doobie. I brought it in and asked him where the rolling papers were. His response was...I dont have any. So I walked away.
He was actually telling me the truth!
Upon further inspection, he rolled the joint with a Walmart receipt. Now thats pretty jailhouse as far as I am concerned. That must have been the harshest tasting thing in the world.
Fast forward...
He came out of his room and was swearing up and down it was not weed!
Now he is really testing me. He thinks I am as dumb as a box of rocks. So I calmly told him that I did not believe him, he came up with the great idea to take it to the police station to have it tested! I tried to tell him this was a bad idea but he insisted! So I obliged him (after calling them first).
I will shorten this long story by saying that I just spent 2 hours in the police station waiting for them to process my son for possession of a controlled substance. Now he is in the system and we have a court date.
On the ride home I asked him why he wanted to take it that far?
His response was....I don't know!
**I left out a lot of entertaining things that were said and done, but you get the gist.
I busted my 14yo son smoking dope in my garage today. As soon as I opened the door I saw him throw something so I asked what he was doing.
He gave the standard teenager, up to no good response..."Nothing"
Then I got a whiff of something that smelled very familiar (from my younger days, of course). When I asked him why he was smoking dope in the garage he vehemently denied it. I glanced around where he was standing but didn't see anything so I asked him to empty him pockets. After digging out an iPod, pair of headphones, the days homework and a quarter (the coin kind), I decided to search him.
The first place I checked was the little watch pocket and found a baggy with some green leafy substance that contained seeds and stems. So, you and I both know what this substance is right? Well my son went on a rant that it is just "OREGANO."
Now I know he thinks I am stupid but come on? What 14yo keeps oregano in their pocket? Unless he is a want be chief. Not my son...he needs help boiling a hot dog.
So I tell him he is on punishment and to go to his room while I calm down a bit. While he was up in his room, I went back out into the garage to look for what he threw. After a few minutes I found a Rastafarian size doobie. I brought it in and asked him where the rolling papers were. His response was...I dont have any. So I walked away.
He was actually telling me the truth!
Upon further inspection, he rolled the joint with a Walmart receipt. Now thats pretty jailhouse as far as I am concerned. That must have been the harshest tasting thing in the world.
Fast forward...
He came out of his room and was swearing up and down it was not weed!
Now he is really testing me. He thinks I am as dumb as a box of rocks. So I calmly told him that I did not believe him, he came up with the great idea to take it to the police station to have it tested! I tried to tell him this was a bad idea but he insisted! So I obliged him (after calling them first).
I will shorten this long story by saying that I just spent 2 hours in the police station waiting for them to process my son for possession of a controlled substance. Now he is in the system and we have a court date.
On the ride home I asked him why he wanted to take it that far?
His response was....I don't know!
**I left out a lot of entertaining things that were said and done, but you get the gist.
