Well, you see steve. I went and baught the shit across town. Then i walked home with a buddy and waited for my mom to leave for work. Then i went to my room to grab the stash. And its not there, so i completely retrace my steps. I even walked all around the ****in town staring at the ground looking for imaginary weed. Then i walk home all depressed and shit and my friend was all like, dude. You lost weed. And thats all he'd say, was you lost weed. So eventually i was like dont you ****ing see that i lost weed you stupid mother****er! And he was like, well you lost it. Im gonna bounce. And he left. I kinda teared up and called my ex. And she just told me to chill out. So i chain smoked about 7 cigarettes untill i was about to cough up a lung. And then i just stared at a wall for about 15 minutes thinking where it could possibly be. So i thought maybe, when i got home, i had changed into shorts. So maybe it dropped on the floor, my mom picked it up and she just didnt say anything because i had a friend over. Well that plan failed because my mom would have flipped bricks if she saw it. So i dont know where to go from here.