So, at 3am I'm just trying to get into this guy's front window using a screwdriver (dude had a Mercedes and a Jaguar so he probably had some good stuff), and I see the someone with a cigarette come outside like, well, like he owned the place. I start walking away, he yells something, so I start going towards him.
Well, all I'm doin' is holdin' my screwdriver and all, and he starts screaming all sorts of bad stuff at me like "Get [removed] down!" AN' HE STARTS TO PULL A GUN ON ME! Scared the [removed] out of me and I run like crazy across his yard. AND HE'S COMING AFTER ME! Dude woulda have shot me if I had stayed there.
I'm runnin' so fast (hey, I was for-reals scared) that I tripped on the other side of the street and went down. THEN to make it worse, instead of picking me up my buddies in the car TAKE OFF AND LEAVE ME THERE! They burned rubber just like on TV, AND THEN THE CRAZY DUDE CHASES THEM! My pals never did come back to get me, and I had to walk miles to get home.
Talked to the guys in the car today - crazy man chased them all over the place and probably got their plate number. They said he drove like a race-car driver.
Cops haven't been to visit my pals yet, and I don't know what story they're putting together. Don't care - I'm on vacation for awhile... and reckon when I get back in the business I'll go somewhere else.