Something somewhat similar happened to me when I was about 12.
My neighbor owned a grocery store (little shop, really) and I was always building model airplanes.
Anyway, I went into the store and asked for "Model Glue".
Apparently, the guy was a fall down drunk, and heard me ask for "Bamboo" which, I learned later, was a form of rolling paper.
I never understood why the clerk told me to get lost and he was not selling me any, when I clearly asked for Model glue.
Anyway, he called my father, who approached me when he got home.
I was asked one question: "What the F*** are you doing with that sh*t?!"
I simply replied, "huh?"
To which I was punched square in the chest.
Later, MUCH later, my father found out he was wrong, and apologized....sorta.
Bottom line, I never took a hit of pot in my life. Never used any drugs. WHy? Well, I was terrified of my father.
WTG on your parenting. Don't punch you kid in the chest, but get your point across.
It's nice to see parents being parents for a change.
(Of course, I never use drugs, but I smoke a pack of Marlboro a day and drink like a fish...2 more things I learned from dad.....Oh and about 5 years ago, I came across a bag of weed when I was cleaning out the old man's basement...friggin hypocrit!)
