Grandfather Barkingturtle wrote:
I had something similar happen once, when I was fourteen or fifteen. I had stayed up all night the previous night, on an incredible drug binge. This sounds like bullsh*t, but I was drunk, did coke, acid, shrooms and, of course, smoked pot. When i got home the next morning, my parents suspected something was wrong with me, and took me to my counselor's office for a drug test.
Man, I failed that test so hard, they had shipped me off to rehab the next day.
Oh wait, that's really nothing like your story, is it?
I wasn't into quite that much when I was 14, but I was a little stoner. My mom's pretty naive to anything drug related, so she took a rather strange approach.
That was back before learned how to use hair gel properly (
), so I'd spike my hair using only hairspray. My mom came into my room one evening and gathered up probably 12-15 basically empty hairspray bottles I had under my sink.
I know what you're doing Ummmm... okaaayyy... In two days time I was taken to a drug therapist to find out what was really going on. This is almost word for word the entire conversation after the initial greeting and such.
So your mother thinks you've been huffing hairspray. What? I didn't even know you could do that.
It's not very popular, actually. So what's the real deal? Why are you here?
I have no idea.
Do you smoke pot?
Once, with my cousin in Arkansas. Wasn't really my thing, I did however start smoking the same day.
Only once? What's the matter with you kid?
.......?
Alright, you're good. Have your parents come in when you leave.
Ummm.. Alrighty... And that was that. My mom looked
pissed when she came out of that office
Later that month she sent me to a normal family Therapist. She was easily lied to. I convinced her to lean on my mom to buy me whatever I wanted and that I was only trying to fit in with my friends.
I was treated to the almost entire line of JNCOs shortly afterwards, then promptly started smoking more pot than ever.
Therapy kicks ***.
Edited, Oct 17th 2007 12:55pm by Kaain