I've was in a bad situation about 3 or 4 years ago. Me and my friends were drinking, and we weren't old enough to have handguns, so I carried a huge knife in my glove box because, well, that's better than nothing. So we're at this party and some a$$h0le ecstasy dealer gets mad at this girl for breaking his scale and he steals her phone. Me and my friends didn't really get into it because we knew the guy had a lot of guns, like combat shotguns, an AR-15, and he always carried his Beretta 9mm. So he leaves and the girl and her friend go to his apartment to get the phone back. The dealer's roommate comes outside of their own apartment, which was a few miles down the road from where we were partying. They confront the girl's friend, who was trying to act cool and just get the phone back with no problems, but the dealer said "hold him here, I'm gonna shoot this fool." So the roommate tries to hold the girl's friend. The roommate is well over 300 lbs. and is an avid martial artist, and he proceeds to try to bearhug the friend to hold him down. The girl's friend is about 5'8" and about 160. Friend is about to get squashed so he pulls a knife and stabs dealer's roommate twice in the chest. He lays there bleeding to death. Girl and friend leave in her car. Dealer comes outside enraged, and picks up his bleeding roommate and puts him into his Suburban. They chase the girl and friend back to her apartment where we are, shooting at their car the whole time. Girl calls ahead and tells us all of this is happening, so I stumble to the Buick and get my knife and lay down in the seat. Dealer squeals around the corner just going pop pop pop pop. My friend goes into the dad's room and tries to get a revolver that is locked up because the dad trusts him the most to tell him where it is. Dealer goes upstairs and kidnaps my friend at gunpoint and puts him in the Suburban because he is her best friend and might know where she would have went to hide in all of this mess, and makes him apply pressure to roommate's knife wounds. I step outside of my car trying to calm the dealer down and support my friend. Well my drunk ass forgot to put the knife in my pocket so I'm holding it up going "calm down man he has nothing to do with this." The dealer get's pissed at my knife because his roommate is bleeding to death from a knife wound. He points the Beretta at my face and tells me to back the f*** away and starts shooting in the air. So I get back in my car and lay down again. The cops are called and eventually ecstasy dealer is arrested, roommate is dead, and girl gets her phone back but has bulletholes in her car and broken glass all on her very young baby. Stabber get's arrested and jailed but is later released after testimonies of self-defense. Me and my buddies survived because we kept our cool and kept our distance when we had the chance. In conclusion, I am not on anybody's side in this story. The girl is stupid for pissing off a gun-toting dealer and bringing her baby to get her phone back, and the friend is stupid for going with her. Dealer is stupid for losing his temper over something mundane like a scale and throwing lead wildly in every direction possible, and roommate is just drunk and doesn't know what is going on really but is dead for getting into something before he knows why he is getting into it.