This is a short story about how a $2 metal ciggarette one hitter almost got me kicked out (and might still, who knows) of my house today. Small Town, Louisiana. GREAT middle class hard working family, nicest people you will ever meet. Family is a 9.5 out of 10 on the religious fundamentalist richtor scale if such a thing exists. VERY ANTI - WEED to say the least, I could keep going on but I'll save you guys the reading. Working class nice neighborhood, with rent houses for college kids, working class but pretty nice with an elementary school on the same street. I have lived in this house for mostly all my life, essentially grew up in it, moved away to my own place for 2 years, now im back at the same house living here with just one of my sisters. My parents come "back home" here every few weekends when they are off from working in other states (couldn't find job locally medical field) . I stay rent free. like completly. Its a great gig and its probably because i got fired, sued for 20k i didn't have, and almost died all in the same weekend. Pretty much im just getting back on my feet since I got fired from pretty much the only available IT job in the area. I help out all family members whenever I can ect ect but yeah, my parents are helping me out, big time. Im 21 and Im back at their house...Right now im working as an Italian Cuisine Delivery Specialist (Im the pizza guy) about 20 hours a week and the only other job oppurtunity I have came across is another part time gig at a gas station. Sooo Im not exactly raking in the cash at the end of the month. In fact, I pretty much live day to day on what tip I get after I close the store at 1am ( $9 is my average for a 8 hour shift. gotta love delevering to the hood 80% of the time as a white guy. ) I smoke trees. Like many of you readers, I probably can get trees from 12 diff numbers phone within an hour or two. Once you have been smoking as long as I have you just tend to know alot of people, that know alot of people, that know alot of people. Not telling you this to sound cool, but just that I am atleast some-what "seasoned", and I know probably can find the weight if you have the cash, I don't deal, i don't make money ever. Unfortuneatly it is not accepted pretty much at all in my state at least profesionally so I keep it on the downlow as best as I can, especially when it comes to family and family friends. Don't shit wear you eat, you get the picture. I have probably had 20 pieces over time, either broken, stolen, given away, sold or what have you. About 3 months ago I bought a one hitter that I only had for a few days. I remember it so well because I fucking lost it, and I wasn't even high when I did. I tore my house up looking for it (cant risk family finding it thats for sure). No luck. It was lost, I looked everywhere even outside and just thought it fell out of my pockets at a friends. (I keep up with my shit pretty well, I thought...) So I come out of the bamboo forest, walking down the "big hill", after just smoking a phat bowl of Dank, an almost daily ritual as I walk my dog around the yard. and I see my neighbor (Went to highschool with my Dad, lived in that house for 30 years) in MY backyard (Past the "tree-line area" that we mow, behind by the creek) walking his dog. My mountain cur and his dog are friends yadda yadda. Dogs start running at eachother, playing and such like dogs would do, Mr. Don starts walking my way and saying hey. he is about 300ft away walking out of the tree line. FUCK ME IM STONED AS HELL and now i have to talk to this guy akwardly until he goes away. I covertly ditch my glass pipe and bic lighter behind a pine tree as I walk toward him covering it up with my foot, we meet up about 100ft by the tree line, at the base of another smaller hill. We start talking about what ever trivial thing we can think up as our dogs sniff each others asses.. All is going well for about 5 minutes and he has no idea Im baked. I blame the red eyes on allergies because of the pollen everywhere (we look out our shoes and he agrees that his sinus's are about to get the best of him) we keep bsing for a while. He eventually starts walking back towards his property and I see him find something on the ground just yards away from where we were standing. IT WAS MY LOST ONE HITTER. What in the fuck. He starts laughing, and saying "Do you know what this is?' with a stirn voice. Now I Like to think of myself as a grown ass man, but he is still my elder AND unfortuneatly if he were to say something to my parents I would probably get kicked out immidiatly, if not Dad will call his other high school buddy, the parish sheriff. Plus I live at my parents house and out of respect I keep my weed out of the house. Also, I hate lieing. So instead of saying "Yeah, and its mine." I keep quiet for just a second, and im about to open my mouth and say something like " Why is there a cigg...." he cuts me off and says "Man, thats crazy that this would still be here." i breathe a sigh of relief. "This must be from when the Browns rented this house from your granddad in the late 80s. Chad loved smoking his dope, hahahahaha! Its for smoking a little weed son, you just plug a little bit in here and your good for flight." I play it dumb for a little while longer (Astonished, I think he actually believes it was that guys 1 hitter. This thing still looked brand new and had almost no residue in it, like it had fallen out of my pocket yesterday.) he tells me the story about how Cody half burned down my fucking house (thats why he got evicted) when he was BBQing in the carport. He tries to give me the one hitter to "discard it". I say "Don, I wouldn't know the first thing to do with this, I cant just throw it in a dumpster" he says "Ok, Ill get rid of it then, Im not a bitch". Fuck. That was close. I just hope he gets rid of the damn thing and doesn't think any more of it. If he thinks to hard he might just realize whats up and either one of two things will happen. I get arrested, or kicked out at best. OR he asks me to buy him some weed. I need to get my own place again, fuck. Also, this just happened like 15 minutes ago so I typed this up while everything is fresh. Im still baked and now Im getting more baked as I look for rent houses.
You're right it is unfortunate I need a little back story first because that means it's way too long to read.
So you tell us a bunch of bs and then drop 2 lines about you being a bitch? You're tripping over nothing. Paranoia got the best of you, I agree with you though, get your own place
What two lines of being a bitch? Also. There was a supposed "gro op" 4 houses down last year, all were tazed and the SWAT team shot the dog. He was a 20lb terrier. They had 3 plants. My town doesn't fuck around. Tripping over nothing? Probably not. If paranoia keeps me out of jail, Ill stick to what I know best.
Sounds like Don is a toker. Surprised you choked when he offered you an out to get your pipe back, nut then he called you a bitch, damn.
My bad, it was like 5 lines." Fine, I'll get rid of it, I'm not a bitch" Don has it right. You're smoking a little bit of herb , swat isn't going to come bust your door down for it. I can almost guarantee that "Don" knew you were baked anyways. He just didn't call you out on it. You created a huge situation out of nothing.
Yeah he is a dick, and I would rather Not have the one hitter if that means he knows 100% I smoke. I can't afford it. I know he blows down trees because I know the guy he buys from. I have no business smoking with him so I took the out of " Im a dumb pussy bitch ". Guess grass city doesn't see eye to eye to how I handled it.
I feel you got yourself out of a potentially sticky situation pretty well. Don't see why everyone's got their balls tied in a knot over it being a long read. I enjoyed it, really bugs me the way people complain about a few paragraphs like their being forced to read a full novel or something... Suck it up, it's a forum it's meant for reading.
I think "Potentially sticky situation" is the most accurate way to describe it. I was hoping the ( wall of text ) would deter people from making those sorts of comments, but after re - reading I guess I did ramble on a little bit at the beginning. I'm glad at least someone out there enjoyed a quick read!
Claim everything and admit to nothing. Cover your own ass. Get a place of your own. As for if you did the right thing, only time will tell. Don seems like the type that would like to mess with the youngen, given the chance. Good story reminds me of my youth.
You ditched your glass pipe and lighter in the bushes because you saw a guy you know? And I thought I was overly paranoid while stoned... But seriously, there's no need to get your panties in a bunch like you did over a situation like this bro. You're making mountains out of mole hils. Just play it cool and and act normal and you should be fine. I would've taken the one-hitter, say I was going to throw it away, pocket it and be on my merry way.