Not skittles, but boy did he shake!
Long story... happened quite some time ago too.
I go with my coworker buds to a hole in the wall bar owned by a friend of one of them in a bad part of town after work one day.
After a bit we step out back to smoke. A little time passes, then suddenly, we are surrounded by armed Puetro Ricans. I mean they're everywhere.
Turns out that one of their hookers went into the bar, and some drunken Cleveland redneck poured a beer down her back thinking it was hilarious. Didn't go over very well with her pimp. The armed men were his thugs.
We didn't know that. Anyway, I finally convince the guy guarding me and my bud we had nothing to do with it. Slide over to my car parked in the ajoining alley and we get the hell out of there.
As I'm driving down the alley to the street a car comes flying by me, as it's passing me BAMBAMBAMBAM! they're shooting at this guy!
Nothing hit us or my car. Anyway I had driven all of us and there was still another bud there, so I went a block down, parked, waited a bit and thought I'd walk back & take a look see.
Well the building came right to the streetcorner (on a main street) so I had to walk up and around. Craploads of cops! People everywhere too, even across the street.
If I would've turned around the cops would've come after me, so I keep walking like I'm just walkin officer, wow something must've happened here
BUT from across the street one of the pimps guys recognises me and says HIM HE WAS THERE HIM!
Aw, sh*t. So much for pink panther cool. Immediately, a chubby middle aged cop has a gun on me, hands shaking, going 'oh shit! oh shit!' like I was a kingpin or something (I was wearing a buttonup shirt - maybe that was it?) Anyway I was certain he was going to shoot me. So much for professionals.
In a few seconds I was surrounded by cops with weapons drawn. Then an amazing thing happened. One of my buds was a little slow, not really retarded but with issues. His dad had some sort of old school ties to organized crime in Cleveland and his son knew everybody.
So, my bud walks up and says 'Oh he's with me' and the cops immediately turn while holstering their guns and walk away! Scouts honor.
That wasn't the end of one of the most interesting days in my life but the cops were out of the rest and it only involved baseball bats, not guns. Hellofaday.