Yeah, but I was actually pretty dazed at the time, so I didn't have the ability to be scared. I was at a rave in the Mojave and the "bad" crowd started getting rowdy. I and a couple others try to help settle 'em down and then they pull a gun on us (me). I'm like, "What the fuck did you bring a gun here for!?" Then he was tackled from the side and me and a couple others started dog piling him. Anyway, him and his friends left after someone pistol-whipped the guy with his own gun.
An hour afterwards when we were driving home and the fumes were wearing off, I was like, "Oh my God! I had a gun pointed at me!"
And I never went to a rave in the desert again.....Er, that is to say I was never invited to one again so I haven't gone in awhile.
