Luckily, although I live in rural Iowa, my neighbors don't seem to give a shit about anything. Unless it involves the dogs. My mom and I can scream at each other on the deck drunk as fuck at all hours of the night and nobody says anything. I can sit outside and smoke a bowl and either nobody sees, or nobody cares. You'd think they'd be a little more anal about things, but they're really not. Luckily, though there's a bathroom right at the bottom of the stairs that has a bottom the stairs with a bumper sticker that says "u.S. (pot leaf) VOTER)" they didn't see that. Believe me, I know. I thought I was done as soon as I saw that curly blond mop on top of J's head. This was more than a warning.
I realize that now. I'm not willing to risk my freedom to get high anymore. I'd rather be sober out here than sober in prison. I have an appointment with her in 2 hours. Drinking much water. Also I took my mom to see The Purge the day I wrote this.
Goddamnit I hate myself for not getting that sooner haha. Good looks on not spelling it properly; technically you didn't break the rules Good luck with that shit OP.