Well, it's the summer of 1988, between my junior and senior year in high school. Sometime after midnight, 2 of my high school buddies and I pull into the Krystal's on Broadway, near our school, Fulton in Knoxville, TN. As we pull in, 2 big biker looking dudes walk in front of my buddy's VW Bug/Beetle extremely slow. Being young, dumb, stoned and drunk, we cuss them out. We pull into a parking space and start talking smack, they talk back and one of my buddy's is black, so one of the biker dudes throws out the N-word and it's on. Even tho it's 3 on 2, they still probably out weighed us, but we get the better punches and kicks in. As we jump in the car to take off, the Bug dies and one of the biker dudes pulls a pistol out of his pants and sticks it in our faces through the driver-side window. I'm in the passenger seat and was the one kicking him while one of my buddies had him in a full-nelson, so I jump out of the car, climb the fence behind Krystal's run through the creek, circle back about 500 yards down, cross the creek again and run about a mile home. An hour later my 2 buddies show up and said they didn't even know I jumped out of the car until 10 minutes after they got it started. They spent the night at my house and my one friend made us get on our knees and pray before we went to bed. I can laugh about it now, but I was scared to death that night