This has always been a problemm for sure. Everytime when things are getting better or I have something to look forward to. Whenever I get my hopes up, it doesn't go my way. I know everything won't happen the way I want it to, but can I catch a fucking break? Two months ago, I was going to a hockey game and my cousin was suppose to come up from Kentucky, but he couldn't come because of school all of a sudden. We've talked about it for weeks and everything was looking good. Not one cloud in the sky at the time and all of a sudden, here comes bullets of rain. That's the situation. That's what it looks like. I'm not allowed to hang out with this guy from where I used to work because he's a bad boy. My parents for bid me to hang out with him. Well, one night my parents worked late. It was late afternoon and why not take an oppurtunity to hang out with an awesome guy for an hour or maybe 2? So, I call my parents, get the scoop on what their doing blah blah. And then I have to pull up my favorite part of the mission lol: "Can you call me when you get into town so you can get dinner?" That's for my Dad. I call my Mom, make sure she's coming when she says. I'm in. So, finally I'm with my bad boy friend. We are trying to find somewhere to smoke weed. Small town= little to do. W go in the park and get in the backseat and smoke. After 45 minutes, he thinks we should go because he needs to use a bathroom. My stoned self suggested we can go back to my place real quick. We go. We get to my house and I noticed that the garage lights were on. It was 7 and not dark yet. Its nothing. We go inside, he uses my bathroom, I go in my room and out of the corner of my eye, I see my Dad. At this point I'm ready to shit myself. He's cool... Until bad boy comes from the bathroom. The fact that my Dad was there, killed our high. My Dad looks at him and says "Please get going." Bad Boÿ leaves and my Dad was dissapointed that I would go behind his back. Me and my Dad are tight. Until this day, my Mother does not know. For now, I've been a little more smart about timing of sneaking around. This is funny in a way but I learned a lesson. Having someone mad at you isn't anything compared to having someone dissapointed in you. That's 10 times worse.