The Lie That Saved My Butt
Back in high school, I used to smoke pot
occasionally with the "burn-outs". I wasn't exactly
a burn-out myself, but I was able to mix with different groups
of kids, and I liked some of the counter-culture stuff that was
One day, I went off campus with a friend
who had brought some pot to school. We were sitting in the
woods beside some railroad tracks, smoking her pipe when GASP!
The resource officer pulled up in his cruiser. My friend
had the pipe in her hand at the time, but he had us both get in
the car for a ride back to the school.
In the back seat, I asked my friend "If
I can get out of this, is that okay with you?" and she
In the dean's office, our purses were
confiscated and searched. Her purse yielded a fat bag of
pot, a pack of cigarettes, rolling papers, a lighter, some matches,
and 2 pipes. My purse had nothing in it besides some bubble-gum
lip gloss, my library card, a brush, and a mirror.
The officer asked my friend about the
contents of her purse, and there wasn't much she could do to explain
why she had contraband or how it got there. I stayed quiet
until they asked me what I had been up to by the railroad tracks.
"Well, Sir" I
said politely, "I want to be a writer when I grow up.
I was interviewing my friend on what it felt like to be high."
The dean looked at me skeptically, but
the truth was, there was no way to prove that I had indeed been
getting high. And my friend (God bless you, Steph) said
that I was telling the truth.