Here, I’ll give you defenseless. True story, one of my worst interaction with a stoner.
I am 5 months pregnant with a three year old kid and a husband. We are minding our own business at home. Getting ready to go to church, as a matter of fact! Suddenly there is a hysterical pounding at the door.
Who is it? A neighbor we have known for three years. Likes to sit in his garage and smoke pot all day. Pot only, mind you, if he did any other drugs I don’t know about it.
He was eccentric, but harmless, so I thought. I even had him over for dinner once. He came to check on us after a local earthquake. I gave a couple of odd jobs, too. He was always mellow, like a typical pothead.
But the pot had accumulated to its paranoid delusional effect. As my husband opened the door, he came barreling in, screaming about his mother, demanding to know where she was and what we had done to her.
We had never even met his mother. He was swinging like a madman, throwing furniture, absolutely out of his mind.
I grabbed my 3 year old and shuffled my pregnant self into a bedroom, leaving my poor husband to beat the living tar out him. He was so psycho he was pretty much uncontrollable, and at my husband’s call I left my 3 year old alone and got him the stun gun, which only weakened but did not fell him.
There was blood everywhere. Blood on the ceiling! Furniture overturned. The victim was the addict (my husband is a beast, seriously, strongest man I’ve ever known).
After 20 minutes of fistfight (the man’s head was swollen to the size of a watermelon), we finally tied his hands with some duct tape and called 911. The lunatic was still trying to attack with his HEAD.
Well, I am glad he was not armed. I am glad my husband was home. I am glad God is in heaven. I am glad my kid didn’t open the door.
But drugs are harmless, yeah.
You’re very good at presenting the worst case scenario and the arguing that it’s the most likely scenario.