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when i moved back home in between places for a month or so... i walked in the door to my mom's apartment and my sister was staring me in the face with the biggest smile on her face and ran away laughing histerically. there stood my mom holding a tupperware container full of a beautiful white powder in one hand, and QP of muchrooms in a ziplock bag in the other... also laughing histerically.
from that point on it was virtually impossible to hide the fact that i was open to experimenting with illicit substances. but at that point my father still had no idea... until one day at a 'family dinner' he looked quite flustered. he drops his fork and knife to say 'why are you on the "list" i'm like whut? yes, i made the list. who knew!? hello awkward. i'm a good boy now i swear! |