valseedian
07-11-2009, 12:35 AM
so, I been back at my childhood home for about a year now.. and I've got everything set up the way I like.
I go out today to go to the post office and pick up my mail. 25mg of phenazepam Scored!... I couldn't have been gone more than 20 minutes tops..
upone my return, I find the 2 cars of the people who recently vacated my mother's house (the've lived with 'us' for 15 years)... they are upstairs in the attic removing old items for a yard sale.
this wouldn't be a big deal, except that I have 5-10 pot plants growing in various places of the house, as well as not 'cleaning' my room before I left (thinking I'd be back before anyone would have the chance to go through it)..
I'd left my mini-bong, 2 metal pipes, 2 oz's of blends drying in dish, 5 oz's of blends just sitting in bags, 4 odd vials of different white powders, a handfull of pills, half of them filled, half of them empty, 2 syringes and 10 different bottles of various solvents ALL within sight, not to mention my excessive collection of 'tools' to use in my hobby.
the attic door is in my room.
2 of my plants are in the attic
the only other setup I have that is major and findable is in a closet that NOONE has gone into in almost a year. I know because it was in my old room, and I have a beauro against the door. I move the beauro whenever I want to go in. I'd JUST put them there yesterday. otherwise they'd be in the closet in my new room.. which isnt a very good hiding place as my closet has no door (you'd have to be dead set on getting into my closet to even see the plants. I have a thing against closets I guess as my computer is parked dead infront of the door to that closet.
so I start sweating balls, the second I find out that people had been in my room for 10 minutes while I wasn't home.
My sister is helping carry everything with her boyfriend. They are aware of my situation even if they don't know all the facts. I quickly pull her aside and ask her to get as many people downstair as possible (I'm on the 2nd floor), and explained that I had plants growing everywhere... I asked if anyone had said anything about my 'supplies'.. she says that as far as she knows nothing has been found, or atleast noone has told her.
I manage to get everyone to the oposite end of the attic, and manage to hide 2 small plants quickly.. being forced to dispose of my nute water and some peat pods with seeds that hadn't sprouted yet.. just nowwhere to hide them.
so 2 plants safe, I remember that my room is completely unclean... I go down, and in a matter of about 15 seconds everything is atleast out of site... OHH SHIT, I left a plant right out on my bookcase. people have passed it atleast 10 times, there's no way it's not been seen.
my mother has been known to be a real bitch about anything she doesn't like. threw away a gram of damiana.. she knew what it was... stole my acetone at one point and even went as far as to take the one playboy I own and then asked me what it was like it was crack or something...
so, everything is cleaned up, and people have loaded up the truck and everybody took off... at this point I sit down at my desk, and start to put stuff away, and stash the rest of everything I have. 30 minutes of that, and I have a workspace again... I pull out my phenazepam and start to look into how to measure it. water insoluable.. damn.. alchohol seems to be the way to go. I make a solution and get out some of my tools.. eventually ending up with almost everything I had out before.. glass dish, blotters, solution, needles and pills strewn about. I make up 20 blotters and figure on 5 bigger pills.. I end up mixing it with a random powder (biotin) and mixing it around... it's not drying fast enough.. so I think... It's fucking blistering in the attic.. I bring it up.
no sooner has my butt reached this seat but my mother walks into my room and up into the attic... I didn't really hide the shot glass full of white powder at all..
I rush upstairs, hoping she doesn't look directly at it for a minute or two.. she turns her back and I manage to slip it into my pocket...
it's been a few hours since everyone left again, I doubt they'll be back anytime soon.
I managed to finish laying my blotters already, but not much else.
I go out today to go to the post office and pick up my mail. 25mg of phenazepam Scored!... I couldn't have been gone more than 20 minutes tops..
upone my return, I find the 2 cars of the people who recently vacated my mother's house (the've lived with 'us' for 15 years)... they are upstairs in the attic removing old items for a yard sale.
this wouldn't be a big deal, except that I have 5-10 pot plants growing in various places of the house, as well as not 'cleaning' my room before I left (thinking I'd be back before anyone would have the chance to go through it)..
I'd left my mini-bong, 2 metal pipes, 2 oz's of blends drying in dish, 5 oz's of blends just sitting in bags, 4 odd vials of different white powders, a handfull of pills, half of them filled, half of them empty, 2 syringes and 10 different bottles of various solvents ALL within sight, not to mention my excessive collection of 'tools' to use in my hobby.
the attic door is in my room.
2 of my plants are in the attic
the only other setup I have that is major and findable is in a closet that NOONE has gone into in almost a year. I know because it was in my old room, and I have a beauro against the door. I move the beauro whenever I want to go in. I'd JUST put them there yesterday. otherwise they'd be in the closet in my new room.. which isnt a very good hiding place as my closet has no door (you'd have to be dead set on getting into my closet to even see the plants. I have a thing against closets I guess as my computer is parked dead infront of the door to that closet.
so I start sweating balls, the second I find out that people had been in my room for 10 minutes while I wasn't home.
My sister is helping carry everything with her boyfriend. They are aware of my situation even if they don't know all the facts. I quickly pull her aside and ask her to get as many people downstair as possible (I'm on the 2nd floor), and explained that I had plants growing everywhere... I asked if anyone had said anything about my 'supplies'.. she says that as far as she knows nothing has been found, or atleast noone has told her.
I manage to get everyone to the oposite end of the attic, and manage to hide 2 small plants quickly.. being forced to dispose of my nute water and some peat pods with seeds that hadn't sprouted yet.. just nowwhere to hide them.
so 2 plants safe, I remember that my room is completely unclean... I go down, and in a matter of about 15 seconds everything is atleast out of site... OHH SHIT, I left a plant right out on my bookcase. people have passed it atleast 10 times, there's no way it's not been seen.
my mother has been known to be a real bitch about anything she doesn't like. threw away a gram of damiana.. she knew what it was... stole my acetone at one point and even went as far as to take the one playboy I own and then asked me what it was like it was crack or something...
so, everything is cleaned up, and people have loaded up the truck and everybody took off... at this point I sit down at my desk, and start to put stuff away, and stash the rest of everything I have. 30 minutes of that, and I have a workspace again... I pull out my phenazepam and start to look into how to measure it. water insoluable.. damn.. alchohol seems to be the way to go. I make a solution and get out some of my tools.. eventually ending up with almost everything I had out before.. glass dish, blotters, solution, needles and pills strewn about. I make up 20 blotters and figure on 5 bigger pills.. I end up mixing it with a random powder (biotin) and mixing it around... it's not drying fast enough.. so I think... It's fucking blistering in the attic.. I bring it up.
no sooner has my butt reached this seat but my mother walks into my room and up into the attic... I didn't really hide the shot glass full of white powder at all..
I rush upstairs, hoping she doesn't look directly at it for a minute or two.. she turns her back and I manage to slip it into my pocket...
it's been a few hours since everyone left again, I doubt they'll be back anytime soon.
I managed to finish laying my blotters already, but not much else.