Ok I got a funny one but I’ll try to keep it short. So I was still a noob to meth, maybe like 19yrs old. My dealer ‘super Dave’ drove my brother, this chick and myself out to my cousins. On the way we got lost and accidentally drove to San Quentin(iirc) and had to ask the guard at the gate for directions. We finally make it to my cousins after like 9hrs, should’ve been like a 2 hour drive.
We get there and she has like a 1/4oz of shards, I was in heaven I thought. So we smoke, everything is going fine, everyone else goes to bed but I’m so tweaked I stay up all night doing card tricks. In the morning Dave has to go out to deal with something. I spend hours playing ‘window Nintendo’, ya know looking out the blinds. Eventually Dave calls my cellphone and he’s crying and asks if anyones at the house. Well I’m there alone and I get suuuper paranoid, thinking he’s been taken hostage and people are gonna come rob the house so I hang up on him.
I grab a huge knife and keep playing window Nintendo for a while. My brother finally comes back and is like ‘Dave crashed his car nodding out on the freeway’ and I’m like ‘bullish!t’. So I stick a small knife in my sock ready to kill him if I have to.
Hours later he and a friend of his get to the house, I still have the knife ready cause I’d never met his friend and I was super paranoid. Now best part, we’d left a box of wine in the car and he brought it and his meth back; he did some genius sh!t and hid it on the side of the road after wrecking. Everything turned out fine and we all smoked and had some wine lmao.