I have once. So back when I was a little wannabe thug, I went on a date with a new girlfriend (it was our first date) to get some thai food at our mutual friend’s birthday party. We decided to get some beers at the seven eleven across the street and drank them in the parking lot. When we got back to the thai place, a row of approximately 8 gang members were lined up outside. As I reached over to open the door for my girlfriend, one of them approached me, blocking my entrance and asked where I was from. Now I was by no means an active gang member, but I did get jumped into a gang while I in jail for a very brief period of time. Fortunately, I never followed up with the people who jumped me in. Stupidly enough, I claimed to be in the gang that I had been jumped into in jail. Cue the opponent throwing a strong right to my orbital socket and the remaining crew joining in on the fun. The next thing I know, I’m seeing flashes of white and hearing bells with every blow. I had on me an Italian style switchblade which I deployed and began swinging it at my assailants. I remember barely missing one as he sprung backwards out of the way. One of of them yelled: “He’s got a knife!” and they dispersed. I noticed another one hiding behind a car door. Unfortunately, the encounter did not end there. A security guard rushed outside and shepherded me into the restaurant. As I went back outside to leave, however, one of the bigger guys attacked me again. Before I knew what was happening I felt warm blood gushing down my back as if someone had turned a faucet on hot. Left lung was pierced and had deflated by the time I got to the emergency room. Some sutures, staples, a chest tube, and several days of rest later, I was good to go, and went back to that damn restaurant to finish my meal.