I had another pretty bad experiance recently:
An old friend called me up and said she was back from school and didn't have any connects here, and wanted some coke. I said I'd try, and sure enough I found another person I hadn't talked to in a while who was sitting on a lot of it. My friend gave me a buttload of money, and told me to get as much as I could.
So, I meet the guy in a supermarket parkin lot (^ you're all right about that). I get into his car and tell him I want at least a half oz, so we had to take a ride back to his house to get more. We arrive at his apartment and find the door ajar, so he's like: "What the fuck?" as he walks in through the door when suddenly we hear a noise and a lamp comes flying at him and narrowly misses. He starts running into the room and yelling and I still dont know what's going on. I go into the room and see my dealer fighting with this guy on the ground. I kick the burgular a few times with my steel toes, and he gives up. The guy was partially restrained with his arm twisted behim his back, kneeling, with my dealer behind him for a minute or so while my dealer is yelling at him. After regaining his composure, the thief reaches into his jacket and pulls out a glock, I was several feet away and yelled out that he had a gun an dove into another room and without thinking went for where I knew my dealer kept his M-16 (just semi-auto). I was sure I was about to hear a gunfight, because I was sure the my dealer was packing heat as well, and I just got a really bad feeling. I hear a scuffle in the other room, grabbed the rifle from under his couch and popped back into the living room to almost get hit in the face with the door as the guy bolted out and took off.
Turns out the guy pistol whipped my dealer pretty bad and made off with some money from the house, but not the drugs. Apparently the thief was a former customer and friend, who was a total crackhead.
It was pretty damn scary event, and I felt like somewhat of a coward after it had happened, but it was so unexpected and extreme I had no way of knowing what to do in the heat of the moment. I hope nothing like this ever happens again, fuck. I was fine when it happened, but it didn't set in until I was back in my car driving home that it hit me how easily that everything could've gone bad and we've both been dead. I didn't even tell most of my friends about what had happened, out of fearing that they wouldn't believe me, or think I'm a total loser druggie for getting into that type of situation.