Anyway, here gos the story. . . one time I got home from disney land with my ex ex ex girlfriend Krista. When I got home to my mom's house my dad was there. That was an odd thing, you see, because my parenst divorced when I was five so why would my dad be at my mom's house when my mom wasn't even home. I mean, like what's that all about. Psh. So, Krista goes and takes a shower in the downstairs bathroom because she has to go to work and no one was at her house to let her in. So, I'm like, "Dad, why are you here?"
And he goes, "Your Mom was pulling weeds, son. She found your marijuana plants." 😑 DOH!!!!
I was 19 years old at the time, going to junior college, living at mom's, and no I didn't get arrested. But check this out. My dad tells me he's going to tell my best friends parents if I don't go and talk to a police officer at San Jose PD. My dad wanted to teach me a lesson. So, in order to keep my friends parents from knowing they were their plants too, I went to the police and this very large intimidating police officer with a very deep voice laid it all on me how growing weed was going to lead to "other things" and that I'm lucky the cops didn't raid my house and how my mom could have lost her teaching credential since drugs were being grown on her property. I guess they had a point. But I highly doubt the cops would have taken my mom's credential. He was just saying a bunch of stuff to scare me into not growing weed. So, he goes on about how he sold coke and his parents found it in his night stand and I'm like, wait a minute? 😑
Anyway, my dad, on the way home, he asked if I learned a lesson. I said, "Yeah, next time I grow pot I'll make sure to do it somewhere else."