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Busted
In an ironic way though, I must say. After a three day binge weekend out at the cabins in interior B.C., here I arrive a little depressed. I greet my family, and they are loving as ever, my guilt for those few days is eased a tad. A slow Monday begins, and as I watch TV my Dad enters the room (after recieving an earlier vague and non comittal conversation about problems keeping me up at night) and holds up a rather elaborate mail package:
"This just finally came for you, was it a problem having anything to do with your anxiety? Spores for growing psilocybin mushrooms. Seems a lot of people have problems with this, I think customs had a run over it actually. I'll let you deal with this crap yourself" and he dropped it on my lap
Now, the spores were for someone else who wanted them for research purposes but was too afraid to order through his own name. I just didn't give a sh*t. Would rather them have come unnoticed but I was more than prepared to shrug this off in the face of my parents - although I've never done anything like that before without angst. I'm assuming this changes the relationship?
Tell a story of your youth and getting caught...
"This just finally came for you, was it a problem having anything to do with your anxiety? Spores for growing psilocybin mushrooms. Seems a lot of people have problems with this, I think customs had a run over it actually. I'll let you deal with this crap yourself" and he dropped it on my lap
Now, the spores were for someone else who wanted them for research purposes but was too afraid to order through his own name. I just didn't give a sh*t. Would rather them have come unnoticed but I was more than prepared to shrug this off in the face of my parents - although I've never done anything like that before without angst. I'm assuming this changes the relationship?
Tell a story of your youth and getting caught...
What treachery!!! 
I've heard (and probably used) that one before 
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