When i used to live in Phoenix, i used to carry a gun. I was really baked one day and my roommate called me and said some mexican gang bangers where trying to kill him, so i hoped in my car and we found them. Then they tried to run me off the road and started chasing me and my buddy. They kept following us and wouldnt leave us alone, i think they where trying to find out where we lived. I ended up driving into a Culdasack < i know i didnt spell that right. And realised i was fucked. I turned my car around and in they came. There was about 5 of them in a Monte Carlo. They rolled there windows down and i saw a gun. I took about 5 shots at them. That was a pretty shitty day. But i wasnt on psychedelics just stoned. Needless to say my high was ruined.