This is a rather interesting story from the busted letters of hightimes.com
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There I was at home, rolling up a joint while getting ready to go out with a few friends. My mother wasn’t home at the time, so I decided to roll my "j" in the living room. After I finished rolling it up, I just left it sitting there while I took a shower. When I finished, I went downstairs, in my towel, and found my mother sitting at the table with my masterpiece in her hand. Now, if this were any other day, she would have just ripped it up, thrown it into the trash and given me another lecture, but she didn't. She told me to get dressed. I said to myself "this is weird" so I did it anyway. When I came back downstairs, in my Bob Marley T-shirt and ripped jeans, I saw my neighbor, Officer Jones (not his real name) waiting for me with his dog. He led the dog to my room and found my entire stash.
Now, my mother could have said not to arrest me, but she didn't. It didn't make sense—a straight-A kid on the honor roll and band being arrested. I always thought jail was for the scum of the Earth. When I got to jail, I met some more kids that were like me—smart, nice, and stoners. I did my thirty days and my community service hours so I could get back to school, but it was too late. I was expelled from school because of the time I missed. That ruined my life. But I got my GED and am now currently attending classes at UM. I'm the youngest guy there! Anyway, I've since moved out of my mother’s house and am living with my girlfriend. Oh, I haven't forgiven my mother for calling the pigs on me. My life is better now, but I still wish I had stashed that joint when I had the chance.
The moral of the story: Roll it and smoke it. Or stash it. Just don't leave it lying around.
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Eh that really sucks for him seeing as I don't think he deserved it. I don't see why they couldn't of just gave him a break I mean he is a f*ckin straight A student for crying out loud!
