I've snuck out of other kids houses alot, but only once on my own, and i promised never again.
After bingers at my friends, he drops me off and i go to bed. I get a call at like two in the morning, and it turns out the weed was still in my pocket, and they want it back. mind you i'm still high as shit, SO in my boxers, shoes and a hat, i run outside and wait for them, APPARENTLY my other friends were driving around my neighborhood at the same time. So at the same time two big cars pull up with there brights on, and i start buggin nuts, thinking its cops or something, and they get cheap laughs seeing is a skinny white kid in his underwear, shoes and a hat, holding an eighth and lookin scared as shit.
I thought it was a traumatic experience.