have u ever had the feeling that u 4got something? well i didn't that time, and the more i think about it, i shouldnt have. i came 2 NYC 4 summer like every year 2 see my real mom (i lived with my guardians in france), and when i get there, she says: "We need 2 talk." I'm like, fuck man, i just got off an 8 hour flight, and u're all serious? What the fuck? but anyway, she tells me that my guardians found some plastic bags with residue of weed in there. i'm like: "Oh shit." then they say they found a bag of weed, and 2 jays all rolled up and ready 2 be smoked. i just went berserk, and said: "No. i admit that i smoked regularly, but i didnt fucking leave 2 jays ready 2 be smoked. i would have smoked them already." and that was true. i was looking 4 weed in my room the day b4 my flight, and i couldnt find any in the whole room. dont tell me i cant find weed in my own fucking room, and my guardians can! it just wont happen. so i figured that they already wanted me out of there, and framed me.
this aint really a mistake by me, but that lead 2 my first mistake, me being sent 2 ithaca 2 board at Cascadilla!!