Is Your Parent a Secret Stoner?

I think my mom smoked with her bf because of the way she sounds when she calls me from his place. Let me tell a story.
Me: Mom I'm staying the night at Richard's house.
Mom: Okay I'm going to Jose's.
Me: *walks out door*
2 hours later...
*cellphone ringtone*
Me: Hello?
Mom: Where are you?
Me: Richard's... I told you.
Mom: Oh, what are you guys doing?
Me: Nothing just hanging.
Mom: What do you mean nada?
Me: I said nothing mom...
*pause*
Mom: Do you have your keys?
Me: Yeah, yeah I got my keys.
*pause*
Mom: I'll see you in the morning.
*click*

We were both stoned but I think I handled myself but she stopped, stuttered, and repeated a word or two. There's one or two more conversations like this but that's the main one I remember.

 

When I was like 16 and ma would catch me shed say,"I don't smoke it, neither should you". I was stealin her smoke at the time when I was out so I knew she smoked. But that was her story and she stuck to it. Now I blaze in my room and its chill beans.

 

well the other day my gramps was upstairs right after i smoked in the bathroom and i was about to go outside when he called my name so i look up at him and he puts his thumb and pointer finger up to his lip like hes hittin a blunt and then he just walked back into a spare bedroom like nothing happened... i was so confused??

then a day or so after that i had just blazed in the br and went outside to play some basketball and i see my gramps coming back from his shed and his eyes sittin low, bloodshot as fuck and i said 'hey, u wanna play real quick?' and he said 'fine, one game of horse.' so we start playing and just picture a 70 year old man with a torn bicep that will never heal unless he gets surgery (which he won't) DICKING on an athletic 18yo kid.. well we played 3 games and he beat me all 3 games

 

ye my lil bro said my dad smoked but he always screms to me how he quit smoking the day i graduated from high school he came in with my stopmom like 10 pm this is how i know they get high

first: she comes to my graduation and my dad goes to work after graduation when she came with my dad at 10pm she gave me a card with $40 in it and said i would have had more but she locked her keys in the car and had to have someone open it for her a professional lock smith but what she said next screamed i get higher then bob marley she said i left the car running the whole graduation so she had no gas and had to get it towed wtf! how blazzed was she at my graduation

secound: when my dad and step mom came in that night they walked through the door with the most highest dumb ass smirk that any human beings together high could ever make and when they laughed omfg mind u were black but they looked asian in the face

 

I know my mom smokes. I found a pipe and her stash. I also see her smoking in my backyard all the time.

 

My dad's a cop and my mom's side of the family is nothing but drug addcits which made her extremely anti-drug

 

my dad smokes a alot.

he told me he has never really been dry since he got into when he was a kid.

 

I don't think my parents ever smoked because they were not cool. They were ok, just not cool about some stuff. My grandfather smoked sometimes. A lot, actually. I'm 56 now but 39 years ago, when I was still living at home, so was grampa. I say "living at home" but we moved in on him, actually. My dad was the oldest son in the family, so he got the family house. Grampa was probably 78 or 79 years old then and my parents, kid brothers and I moved in after gramma died. It was a big house so I didn't mind. I got my own room for the first time in my life.

I was a secret toker back then and the only person who knew it was my boyfriend, who would get it for me. He still does. I married him. Anyway, I noticed that grampa would pick up the morning paper, stand up and stretch and announce that he was heading off to the downstairs bathroom. Then he would disappear for 10 or 15 minutes and would show up looking happy. He was a great storyteller and it was after his morning trip to the bathroom when his stories were the best. I figured it out in maybe a month but no-one else ever did. I was the only one who knew. Anyway, I would go into the bathroom afterward and the fan would be left on and sometimes you could smell the dope. Most of the time you just smelled grampa's shit. When I let him in on the fact that I knew his secret, and told him mine, he laughed until he almost passed out. He was out of breath and said that he thought all these years that the smell of his shit would hide the smell of his shit and then burst out laughing again to the point that I was getting freaked out worried about him. He caught his breath and said gramma probably didn't smell much and then he sighed, happily.

He had been a secret stoner for many, many years. He showed me where his stash was. It was always wrapped in a small but heavy plastic bag with a twist-tie on really tight to keep the smell inside. Inside was always hash, never weed, Afghani he said it was. That's all he would smoke, he said, because he knew exactly what he was getting. There was also a Bic lighter, an old quarter dollar coin and a small pipe about 4 inches long. It was hidden under one of the vanity drawers. He had built the vanity in his garage workshop and had built this particular drawer special, with a kind of trap door in it. It's hard to explain but there was no way anyone was ever going to find it. He closed the bathroom door so that both he and I were inside, turned on the fan and took out the stash. He cut off a small piece of hash with his pocket knife, put it in the bowl of the pipe, lit it with the Bic and dragged deeply. My boyfriend had taught me to pass the pipe or joint back and forth quickly and I was holding out my hand to take it while he was taking his toke but he shook his head, covered the pipe with the coin, held his breath for like a minute and blew out the smoke into the fan. There was hardly any smoke at all and I could barely smell the hash, but I could still smell it. He handed me the Bic and the pipe with the coin on it and told me to do the same thing. So I did. We had probably six or seven good tokes each. I remember the stuff to be very harsh, it was hard not to cough a lot, but I also remember getting really, really wrecked. Like locked-to-the-couch-and-unable-to-speak kind of wrecked. Grampa said, let's go to the Dairy Queen, and that's what we did, almost every time we toked up together. He always had hash. I have no idea where he got it, and he wouldn't tell me, but he always had some, and he didn't mind if I took a little to have with my boyfriend sometimes, who was totally blown away by the quality of the stuff. In those days there were lots of dry periods when there was just nothing to be found anywhere, but grampa always had a quarter or half ounce of what he said was the most powerful cannibis stone in the world. He was not shitting me. I never had better until BC bud, and even then it's debatable.

Grampa had been smoking since he was a young adult, he said, and never once tried anything stronger. It was perhaps his greatest lesson to me. He lived another three and a half years. It was the happiest time of my life. I still have the coin.

 

yeah my mom is for sure shes told me she used too but i still think she does. reason being my uncle and i smoke all the time and hes always telling me the last time my mom smoked with him, even though my mom denies it all the time when i call her out on it. i also know because i found some stems and seeds on her dresser one day after i came from school early. even though she does i probably wouldnt want to smoke with her itd be akward as fuck. she seems to like pills a little more though cuz she has like 10 different perscriptions for every damn feel good pill there is.

 

Wow, amazing story.

Anyway both my parents smoked in the past, and they're cool with it. I'm pretty sure they don't smoke anymore. I want to toke with my dad before he passes though (don't worry he's still got plenty of time left).

 

haha well the first clue i got about my dad smoking was about 3 months ago when he came home from work about an hour late with this package and i asked him what was in it, he said "just some files i have to organize",, so i was just like whatever. Then about 2 hours later i realized, wait why the fuck would my dad have files to organize, hes a director/videographer. So i went downstairs to investigate. I found the box and it was already opened but whatever seemed to be inside of it was still there. So i quietly unrolled the bubble wrap and there she was, the nicest fucking vaporizor i have evn laid my eyes on. The next day while he was at work i decided to go back to the basement to see what else he had been hiding. I looked for almost 45 minutes and was about to give up when i droped my glass of orange juice on one of his amps "he plays guitar" so i was like "SHIT" and got my shirt off and started cleaning the oj off of the amp, thats when i turned it around to see if any of it got into the back opening part of the amp. Guess what i saw there???? there were about 20 emptie baggies wrapped up with a rubberband, but theres more, there was another baggie, it looked like there was a lil more than an eigth left in it.ANd there was also a tiny little pipe. And ever since that day i have noticed more and more of him coming home completely baked ahha. I should have known before because hes in love with the greatfull dead and was a teenager in the 70's and is in a band with his friends.. Im still thinking if i should confront him about this and be like yeah dad i smoke to. what are your thoughts on this? should tell him i do??

 

Growing up i had always suspected my dad smoked. at times he just looked high.

He is a carpenter and has his own workshop/barn to fart around in. one time i went out to look for him and he was in the upstairs of the barn..under normal circumstances he wouldnt be there. He just called down to me that he would be down in a minute. I knew immediately he was blazing but didnt want to confront him face to face about it. I went up there about an hour later it still reeked and i saw the lighter sitting right there.I didn't bother telling my mom because i assume she knows and accepts it. my 12 year old brother also found out my dad smokes after finding a pipe in his jacket, and finding a bunch of stems and seeds in a drawer in the barn.

since then my dad and i have been cool with talkin about weed although he probably doesn't know i smoke as much as i do.


One time i left by blunt stone on my dresser. later that day he brought it up to me saying "I didn't know they still made those". haha fuckin hippie.

 

To the guy above I would definitely smoke a bowl with your dad or what have you, sounds pretty cool to me.

I suspected my mom smoked rarely after I left some really good bud in an altoids can in her car and it disappeared. I asked my brother and he said she came up to him and his girlfriend at the time at a concert they went to with a joint asking if they wanted to smoke. Hilarious shit. She also took one of our pot brownies to work one time, and I have to say my friend and I couldn't care less we thought it was awesome. But I've told her she needs to try ou the vaporizer she got for me sometime, I just haven't been real forceful about it lol.

 

I dont know if my mom smokes but I seen a picture of her boyfriend the internet in amsterdam eating "space cake" but my mom has always been kinda pissy when it comes to weed.

 

Haha, I wish my parents were secret about their smoking, they smoke every night, and any time when I'm out of the house for more than a few hours, XD. I always walk in right after my dad tokes up, so it reeks XD.
If I'm really super low, I just grab a small bit of his stash to smoke XD.

 

I wouldn't have been surprised if my dad had smoked. He always had interesting ideas that, as I noticed, were very similar to the ones I had while baked and in a pensive state of mind, and he always seemed pretty laid-back. If he did smoke, then he must have had one hell of a good cover up plan, because he couldn't hide shit from me.

 

my mom smokes all the time.

 

Be careful about putting it to your dad. I did it with my grandfather only because he was cool. If I thought my dad was doing it (which was unthinkable) I would not want to confront him because it would be an absolute bummer to toke up with him and he would know it and would just give me the don't-do-as-I-do speech. If you are already really cool with your dad, consider it, otherwise let it go for now. My 2 cents.

 

Wow. Awesome. And pretty insane that he kept that secret for so long and his wife didn't approve.

Any idea where he was getting that hash? For me, it's so hard to find. It must be so hard buying MJ while being that old.