Couple weeks ago my parents accused me of having weed. they're old all drugs are bad kinds of people. It's just how they were raised and it's not going to change, nor do i have any desire to change their minds. I got really angry at them because I actually didn't have any and haven't for a long time since I'm broke as fuck and lazy as fuck. But I stopped talking to them. A few days ago they sat me down and told me they were sorry and wrong for thinking that. I thought to myself, yeah! you fucking right you were wrong!
But a month or two before, I got a little "itch". I had a tin from last year that I just threw my roaches in. Keeping in mind I's still broke as fuck and lazy as fuck, I scraped together all the little crumbs and burnt pieces into joint no longer than an inch, and just as ridiculously thin. Surprisingly, I got a couple good pulls. And then it was gone.
Now that itch is a full blown rash. But I feel like if I went and bought an oz, then I'd be a liar and my parents would have been right (an eventual right, I suppose we could call it).
What should I do?
Take this shit to r/drugs. I mean wtf.