I've never done a field report, but tonight's events has me so aggravated that I need to share this story.

Last night my sister comes to visit me from college and is staying the weekend. She comes home tonight and as she passes me a catch a scent of marijuana. I'll be upfront, I don't use the stuff nor do I hang around those that do. I pride myself on being a straight edge man and friends and family know I am staunch in that area of life.

I immediately confront my sister about the smell and she starts what I like to call the 5 stages of the hamster.

Denial : She immediately lies and says her jacket smells like that because people she was with smoke. I held out my hand and told her to give me the stuff, to which she insisted she didn't have any.

Anger : I continued to hold out my hand and ask her to hand over the stuff to which she gets angry telling me "I can't believe you! Get out my room." Now a year ago that remark would of made me see red and I would of cursed her out, but I held my pose had my hand out and told her again to hand over what she had.

Trickle Truth : She then admits she has it but it's not a lot. Now I could give two shits how much she has so I stay on topic and tell her to hand all of it over. All while still holding my hand out.

Emotional Display : She turns on the water works telling me she's been through so much that "I don't even know." At this point I'm internally rolling my eyes asking myself if this chick serious? She starts jumping up and down crying telling me to get out. Again this would of ended up being a screaming match but I remained in that same position, still holding out my hand. I tell her one final time "Hand over everything you have now."

Exploding Hamster : She immediately stops crying, goes into her pocket and pulls out a pipe (yes a fucking pipe) with the weed she wasted $20 bucks on. When women are in this state they are the most rational so I calmly explain how her interest in marijuana is a danger to her because she can go to jail for it.

I continue to tell her by bringing it home with her she not only puts her family at risk of police attention but she also risks getting us kicked out of our home. When this was explained to her she had absolutely nothing to say about "everything she's been through" because in the end it didn't mean a damn thing. I told her when she is home she don't smoke and if I catch her in the future she's going to jail for the night. I took her weed and tossed her the pipe.

My sister is one of those common American teenage girls that have everything handed to them and expect the best. I am the only male in her life that doesn't tolerate her shit or fall for her innocent look. Moral of the story Hold Frame gentlemen...Hold Frame.

TL,DR Caught little sister with drugs. Held frame through her lies, tantrums, and tears. Took the weed and possibly taught her a valuable lesson (doubtful).

EDIT: The morale of this story has absolutely nothing to do with marijuana! If you're going to comment to defend weed it only tells me you completely missed the point of the post. If you love weed fantastic, if you hate it great. I personally don't care so don't come to debate why it's good or bad.