Once when I was about 11. I had a friend named Chris who was 13. We were at his house playing Punch-Out and he was on the phone with his girl. This fool got to Soda Popinski, about got whooped, and told me to talk to her while I put in work. I'm talking to her about candy and various 5th grader shit, but I give him the phone back after he wins.
She tells Chris to put me back on the phone, and he does but walks out the room.
He calls about three minutes later to come up front, so I put her on hold, and come up. He in his granddad's room stooped down, I walk in, and he turns around with the revolver pointed right at me.
I remember he was spazzing real calm about me trying to snatch his chick. I was too young to get the seriousness, so I was just like can I get on the Punch-Out now? He kept me held up for like five minutes, but eventually put the pistol up, and we went back to the game. Never set foot in that nigga's house again, though. Three years later, he popped his lid off at a party playing Russian Roulette ... allegedly.