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There was this time, over 10 years ago, when i used to hang out with some easy living young people, and i kind of "lost my way" back then, and i somehow ended up having random people at my place round the clock.
There was this guy, all of a sudden, who was constantly smoking bong and playing on my old back-up pc several days a week, and that other dude who "had to crash somewhere for a day or two". And these two fine gentlemen decided to make some cash by selling off some speed in smaller portions, cheating with weight, mixing it and whatnot...
Anyways, this crashing-for-a-day guy brought a gas-beretta in his bag one evening, he was rather drunk already. So we all three were playing with this gas-gun, taking speed, smoking bong, drinking jack daniels and taking gangsta' selfies - the whole shebang, hehe.
Being the host, i had to keep my eyes reasonably open, since we all three were rather irresponsible individuals etc. So before we got all too high and drunk, i took the magazine out and hid it away. But! As it turned out, there was one sitting in the chamber, or how you call that, the fact was, that one of the guys discharged the gun in the face of the other, just by cocking it.
The room got filled with that gas-crap, there was very loud gun-shot noise, so the neighbors heard it no doubt, and i had over 50g of speed in the freezer. Not to mention that we got bongs, half-smoked joints, half-finished lines, hash and weed on all of us and all over the place

I sent one of the guys out to keep the eyes on the road, packed the gun and speed in a plastic bag - ready to throw the whole thing out of the window if the police shows up, and the last guy, who brought the gun and discharged it, was too wasted to reason, and he kept mumbling that I can't throw that bag out, cause he didn't pay for any of that shit yet, etc.
Luckily for us, it all ended up with nothing. May be my neighbors didn't want to get involved, or no one was home.
Still, that evening is in my top 10 on a stress scale.