How's this for jumping of the shit for luck tree. My parents are basically cops. I've always been a trouble maker so they've always been the "bad cops." My early and late teen years (14-18) there was a lot of drinking, smoking bud, chasing the muff around, eating mushrooms. the typical teen thing . So they've been a custom to doing fuckin strip searches of me and my room. I wouldn't be suprised if they brought in a drug sniffing dog. So basically it's near impossible to hide my shit. They've found all my good hiding spots. Aka- in clothes in my closet, under the mattress, on the ledge of the attick, inside the vent of my room, my hockey bag in my car. They've never found my gear but there's a first for everything right. I've been busting my balls trying to find a new spot but with no luck. This F-ing sucks.
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