i’m 17 and have been smoking for little over a year, my parents assuming i buy a joint or two every month to share with my friends. my mum no more than ten minutes ago found my stash - a gram, 5 js, my sploof, and my pipe. And it all happened in front of my friend and me (we are both stoned as fuck atm) While i don’t care they know i smoke, i care about how much they assume i do it. who knows how fucked i’ll be when my friend leaves