Pick Your Poison 2 (Drugs)
It's 11:30 am, and you walk into the kitchen for some grub with a pounding headache. As you round the corner, you see your mom sitting at the table with a worried look on her face. "What's up?" you say. She shows you the small bag in her hand. You recognize it immediately. You must've stuck it in your jacket pocket when you were drunk. Oh snap.