I do, oh man do I have a lot of stories about drugs.

One time, me and a friend had a sack of bud, a homeshift bowl made out of candy cane and tinfoil, and a lighter. We were in gym class and got really, really bored and decided to say fuck it and just yolo it. We went in the staircase that nobody goes to in our gym, and hotboxed the fuck out of it. And I mean, THAT SHIT WAS STINKING OF LOUD. And we ran the fuck out of there.

We sat down, started enjoying ourselves as we were high as shit with some other friends. We look up, and see that students had actually walked by the staircase in which we just hotboxed. The student stayed around the staircase, and it was just obvious that they knew something was up. Not only that, but the gym coaches came over there. Me and this friend were FLIPPING OUR SHITS after this, and we could've sworn we were going to get A-school. Because there was actually a camera in that staircase, and we thought it could show everything.

So me and this friend flushed the rest of my weed in the toilet, and before he could get rid of his weed we were already confronted by the principle and a cop. They both told us to empty our pockets, and we did. I was scared as shit though, but I knew my friend was up to something. He just seemed so relaxed and calmed by the whole thing, but that might've been because he was stoned as fuck.

The principle and cop then took him into the office first. I was waiting outside of the principle's room, having all sorts of thoughts about how I'm going to have a longer time in probation, how I ruined my whole school career and how I'm technically just fucked for the rest of my life. I was sitting in a chair, spazzing out up until my friend gets out of the office and sits in the chair I was placed it. I go in the office, and the first thing the principle says to me was, "What was the whole Marijuana smell about in there?" I didn't admit to anything and I told him I had no clue of what he was talking about, and I had lied and said that me and the friend were just walking by and smelled it, and went in the staircase to check it out. But I could tell that by the look of my face the principle knew for a fact it was bullshit, so of course they search me, but failed to find anything because I had flushed all the evidence. The principle started to get irritated at this point, and basically just said fuck it we'll look at the cameras.

I was scared and terrified as soon as he brought up that he was going to pull up the cameras. And I remember sitting there as he was looking through his monitor to find just the right clip for that date. When he tried to pull up what was on the camera though, it was a blank screen. Nothing pulled up and I was in utterly shock. I was thinking holy shit, did I really just pull this off?

He tells me that the staircase was out of bounds area anyway, so I got 5 days of inschool suspension. Which I find about silly because my other friend that went with me didn't get any kind of sentence of any sort. But I remember going out of that office, and after they said that me and my friend could get out and go get lunch, we felt like badasses. We looked at each other and the first thing I said was, "Where the fuck did you put the weed?"

He hid it in his fucking sock. His fucking sock had at least a good 6+ gram bag of mid in it. It still fucks with me to this day that we had pulled this off.