Poetic Justice

OK so this just happened yesterday and right after it happened I knew I had to share this with you guys.


So here's the deal-

I have a 15-year-old cousin that has been staying at my Grandmother's house for awhile, and he's a relatively new smoker. My mom is staying at my grandmother's for awhile to take care of my sick grandmother, and she smokes; has for longer than I've been alive.

Now keep in mind that this 15-year-old kid knows my mom smokes mostly because of my uncle, and really shouldn't even know she does. She noticed him stealing her roaches off the patio that she had hidden in plants a couple times and didn't really think anything of it, but get this-

One night when she is sleeping she catches this motherfucker crawling around on the floor in her room, looking for pot. She has been under a lot of stress lately and of course it really bothered her. My brother and I have been out on our own for years now and she thought she was over dealing with raising kids and the bullshit they pull.

She can't tell his dad because he'll judge her for smoking pot in the first place and she can't tell my grandma because she doesn't know my mom still smokes. So she keeps it to herself, decides to just hide it better and lets it go.

I hear nothing about this and my cousin is begging me to come over to my house to smoke. He hasn't been out of the house in weeks, ect. trying to make me feel bad for him. Well I was in the area this one day and decided to pick him up because I actually felt bad for him. I knew what it was like to be cooped up at grandma's with no car and nobody with a car to come pick you up either.

So we get to my place and he's got this bag of pretty good pot. It's a little dry but it's better than I expected that's for sure. We smoked out of the bong and took a couple vapor rips (his first time hitting a vaporizer) and I took him home.

He was telling me he never got to get this high because he always had to smoke joints and blunts and he "was just so high off the bong man" and wanted to know when I could chill again (which means picking him up and dropping him off 20 minutes away) I told him I was going to be with a girl for the next week but after that it would be cool.

The next week this kid was calling me almost every day wanting me to come pick him up. I was trying to tell him I was with someone and she was from out of town but he just didn't get it. I guess he was just really bored and wanted to smoke out of the bong again.

Well after the girl went home he called me up again and asked if he could come over. I was like, "sure, if you can get a ride over here I can bring you back" he says he can do that to my suprise, and he'll be over in 30 minutes and he'll be with a friend.

I'm chilling by myself (it's a worknight) so I'm like fine- as long as I don't have to drive I'm cool. He gets there and he brings this little leather manicuring case with tools you can use for smoking (scissors, tweezers, poker, stuff like that) it's got a couple almost empty bags of weed in it, and a bag with some huge joint roaches in it. It's the same good weed but it's really dried out. For some strange reason his friend is not with him and he says he'll be back to pick him up. I don't think anything of it.

We start smoking and my phone rings- it's my grandma's house and my mom is on the line- "do you know where Josh is?" He is supposed to be snuck out of the house because he's in trouble with his dad so I try to cover for him "no I haven't heard from him, why?" -get this- "well he's stolen my car and I don't know where he is, I've been up for the past 20 minutes waiting for him, and another thing he's been stealing my weed- I just caught him in my room the other day when I was sleeping" me-

My cousin is about as white as a ghost, asking me what was wrong but he knew who it was and what I was just told. He was asking me if he was in trouble and I was like yes, you are and he was like tell her not to tell my dad and I was like you don't have to worry about your dad... He was like well then who do I have to worry about? I was like- ME. YOU HAVE ME TO WORRY ABOUT NOW YOU DUMBASS!

I have an apartment and I've got in trouble for yelling inside my apartment in the past (had cops at the door and everything) so I had to control myself. I told him he was going to get in my mom's car, and drive back there IMMEDIATELY. I was just so upset with him... I can't believe he had the balls to steal my mom's car and drive it to my house thinking he would get away with it. I can't believe he snuck into my mom's room when she was sleeping... I was just so mad I couldn't see straight. I had lied to my mom as well about where he was at first, so I had to call her back and confess he was with me because I didn't want her worrying about her car anymore. I was just in shock about the whole thing.

Before he had left I told him that I knew he had stolen weed from my mother and the weed he had was most likely hers. I took both bags he had on him because of it but totally forgot about the roaches he had in the case he brought. He handed me the case and told me to keep it there for the time being. I was like what the fuck ever


Now to the good part of the story, the reason this thread was created!


My mom was at my house this weekend for a little while and my dealer had been on vacation the past week so we were running very low on pot. I was down to roaches and resin and she calls me up this one morning and asks me if she can smoke the roaches she had found. I always keep a little dish of roaches in this one drawer, and I was in Tampa with a friend of mine who still had weed so I was like whatever you can have them if you want- my boy will be back tomorrow I'll get some more weed then I'll be fine.

I get home and I'm chillin, my mom had this little backup stash that she was saving and because my buddy had helped her with this computer problem she gave it to him. We were supposed to get weed that night anyways, so it was all good.

Anyways I'm sitting on the computer and my mom walks by, and she's got this fucking huge joint roach in her hand saying "look at this beastie I got" I'm thinking damn, you rolled that? That is so unlike you... Anyways back to the computer and she was like, "yep thanks for the roaches they've really been getting me by- I had that one little bit but I was saving that incase of emergency" I was like sure no problem.

I stood up and she's holding my cousins case he left behind, saying yep this thing was straight filled with them! (holding up the huge roach she had showed me)

I was like- oh my God those were your fucking roaches!!! (explaining how Josh had left that behind)

My mom had actually been smoking the roaches of the weed that had been stolen from her and she never even knew it!

So my cousin lost the roaches from the pot he stole, TO THE PERSON HE STOLE IT FROM. And they helped my mom out when she was out of pot.

Ah, poetic justice. Isn't it awesome?

 

I'm sorry it's long, I wait for good stories to tell. Hope it was at least worth the read


Oh you should have seen when I went over to my grandma's house to talk to him about it ROFL he thought I was just going to yell at him but when he scoffed at me I roughed him up pretty good. I grabbed his throat and pushed him into the wall, and told him if he ever took from my mother again he would have to answer to me and if he understood. He nodded the best he could LOL

I was so mad he could act like I shouldn't have a problem with it... I'm pretty sure he won't be going near her stuff again.

 

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It took me awhile to write about this, so I figure I'll bump it for anyone who missed it and wants to read it.

 

Ya, I'm sure the most embarrassing thing was when I told him I knew he was crawling around on the floor in my mother's room for pot in the middle of the night, and took all the pot he had on him at the time because I knew it was her's. He's young though, I'm sure he'll learn his lesson- or get knocked the fuck out if he doesn't. LOL

I know I went through phases when I was his age, one of them being stealing. I'm sure he'll turn out fine once someone robs him in the middle of the night of something that means a lot to him. That's how I learned