Ok, I'm too high right now, but guess what just happened not 20 mins ago. My parents were leaving to go eat and such for Cinco De Mayo, so right after they left, I got out my bud and started to pack my g. My mom starts knocking on the door (I live in a trailer, so this is hard to avoid.). I got frantic cause my bud was all over the counter, I accidently spilled a little, and ran to hide the rest. It was like it was the most classic story, of a kid getting caught. She walked up "what's this all over the floor?", I get super silent, and just kinda look at her, and she says 'This is what I think it is...". Then she hugs me and tells me she loves me and told me a lot about her past in like 5 minutes, and then left out the door saying "Listen to some Floyd". Ok, first off, this is a huge ass shock for me. I can't stop thinking about it. It's monumental. Me and my mom have always had a pretty tight relationship, I knew she was from the '70s and she had always layed low and said she tried once and blacked out. Well just then, she told me she had bongs and pipes nd 10 sacs with like 3 grams. It was crazy. Man, I just don't really believe it, because how I always thought she was completely against it like extremely.