My mom doesn't mind if I smoke pot around her. (For me, that's actually very therapeautic). She was cleaning around the same time I was taking a monster rip off my bowl, and tried to come near my table to grab a bunch of cups right near my lighter-hand, and I telepathically shot out at her, (forcing the thought upon her) "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!" -- she turned around and moved away from me, and I heard her whisper, "It's the LSD." ..... I thought it was kind of funny. Because it's not the LSD. -b