Just don't do drugs
My mam was rather easy going throughout my teens. It worked quite well too. I didn't get up to too much crazy shit and very rarely brought trouble to the door. She only instilled in us the one mantra (title). "I can cope with drinking or smoking but whatever the fuck you get up to, don't piss around with drugs.

A couple of years on, I'd recently started high school - year 9 then - and she'd landed us with a new stepfather figure and stepsiblings. Now all 5 co-residents of mine smoked. I could have been visited by the spirit of Roy Castle. I made the stupidest decision of my life, if you can't beat em and all that.

Roll on another year and i'm a regular ten-a-day man. I'm even selling smokes at school to supplement my pocket money. I won't say mam was pleased about it, more that she accepted it a lot easier than I imagine most parents do.

Anyway, my timetable was changed at school, meaning that instead of the usual double PSE then break, I now had a single then single chemistry. By force of habit, I finished PSE then fucked off for my morning cig. In plain view of the chemistry lab. When I turned up late (after unwittingly being watched amble back by the whole class) the teacher was violet with temper and I'm packed off to the year head. Following the obligatory 'guilt wait' and smoking lecture the reprimand went thus;
"I'm going to call your parents" (expecting a grovelly please don't)
"Ok"
"Does your mother know you smoke?"
"Yes"
"I bet she doesn't condone your filthy habit though, does she?"
*shrugs*
"Where did you get the cigarettes?"
"My mam bought them for me on the way to school."
"GET OUT. YOU MAKE ME SICK! etc etc"

As for the drugs, the eldest stepbrother introduced me to, and I still deeply love, weed. Other b and c stuff I consider shite and I have no desire to even sample class a. So it sort of worked.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Tue 13 Sep 2011, 21:17, 1 reply)

You smoke.

(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 9:33, closed)