Boy, and I thought my next door neighbors' grandkids were bad when they were teenagers. They moved in with their grandparents when they were probably about 14 and 16 and lived there until about 18 and 22. Anyway, they grew pot in the backyard, amongst the mint plants, kept a quarter bag in the camper that hid their plants from the house, smoked cigarettes, partied every weekend. But man...they were tame compared to the stories in here. Boy I was an innocent little kid...but now the smell of weed reminds me of my childhood...Haha.
These cousins of mine used to curse my grandmother and tell her to get out of the living room and leave them alone. It was her house! One of them had a cell phone and would get mad when my grandma was on the house phone because he said he'd used up all his minutes and wanted her phone. Oh, poor baby. None of them ever gave her one dime to live there and they made her a list practically every other day of expenisve groceries they wanted from the store. They wouldn't eat anything generic or smoke cigarettes that cost less than 4 dollars a pack. Bitches. Cyndi can tell you about their sorry asses. They stole my grandmother's medication to get high. They stole several hundreds of dollars from her purse over the years. Last I heard, Cyndi's younger sister broke up with my cousin and I am hoping she stays broken up with him for good. I think he might be living with Cyndi's sister still though because he's such a piece of shit that he refuses to get out of her house.