Oh lord I hate to look back on this night.
School just got out on a friday afternoon so a few buddies and I meet up to chill. My friend Nate tells me he just bought this new bong and that I have to test it out with him. I tell him hat I wasn't planning on smoking that day so I had to courteously object to hs offer. He then pulls it out (brand new helix bong) and tells me to reconsider. So like any man would, I decide to take one rip. We go out to this pretty cool spot not too far from home base called the "peace bowl". The spot gets its name because it is a big emptied out resevoir in the middle of the woods and has a pattern in it that resembles the peace sign when viewed from a sattelite image. Anyways, while the rest of the gang was throwin a frisbee across the bowl my buddy and I load up a bowl. Well one rip turns into two or three, maybe a bit more and before I know it I am absolutely fucking ripped, and with no eyedrops. So the group consensus is to toss the disc around a bit more then head to safeway to pick up some drops for my buddy and I. Well apparenly I was too high to feel my phone vibrating non-stop in my pocket which I later found out to be my parents calling me 13 times, wondering where I was and if I wanted to go to dinner with the family. Now mind you this whole incident is occuring just two weeks after my very first time being caught affiliated with the herb. So my worried parents decided to take matters into their own hands and tracked my ass on my iphone. At this point my friends and I are just playing some frisbee, not a care in the world, when out from the middle of the woods my Mom, Dad, and Brother emerge to find me eyes redder than the devil's penis throwing a frisbee over some huge hippy circle. But the fun doesn't end there, they immediately know I am high then take me out to a sit down dinner in which I have to sit across from them acting normal, answering their inquiries as to why my eyes are so red with bullshit responses such as "I must be allergic to smething in those woods", all while trying to control my eating and knowing I am fucked.
*Sparknotes: Test out buddies new bong, no eyedrops, out in the middle of the woods, family tracks me, emerges out of the woods, eat at a restaurant with them, read the fucking story, it's worth it.
Never been caught in the act, I've come close though. Had friends over, some drunk, some just stoned as fuck. We just chilled and stuff, smoking a bong we made quickly out of a milk jug (no one had their glass there). At about 11, I knew my parents were coming home, so I kicked my friends out because they had made a point making sure I didnt have any one over. So they left and I sat down to play Halo with my brother and I see my parents drive up. They walk in and the first thing they say is that the house smells like shit (weed and axe mixed together. Never use axe to cover the smell. Ever. It just smells worse.) Then my parents went to the basement and there was shit everywhere and they were like "Did you do all this??" I of course said ya, but they knew I was bluffing. So they went back upstairs and they noticed the door was broken. One of my friends couldnt close it for whatever fucking reason so proceeded to slam it over and over. Then they noticed our cat was gone. At this point they were pissed so I just went to bed. The next morning my mum told me she found a bong in the park nextdoor and asked if it was mine and I said I had no idea whos it was. So that was pretty damn close.
Sparknotes: Had friends over when parents were out, kicked them out last minute before they came home, house smelled like dick, door was broken, basement was a mess, and I lost my cat.