When I was a teen used to sell lil bit. My mate called me on my way home from work and asked if I wanted to ride along for backup.

We pull up in this dodge as fuck spot and see a group of lads walking past and I straight away said "fuck this let's go, they all have blades" . Just the way they were walking I knew they were tooled up and scoping us. We started to drive off, got to the end of the street and my mate was like "bro I need the money to pay this bill let's go back I doubt it was them"

We parked back up waited 5 minutes and boom back window got smashed in by a hammer. At the same moment a Barr in bru bottle came flying thru my mates partially opened window(like 2 inch open) and hit me in the face. Car was surrounded and my mate had some guy trying to get through the window.

I turned and stared at the boy at my door and he was a literal kid but had a long ass shank. My bro managed to get the car rolling and we flew out the street, a car pulled out to block us so we jumped the kerb and flew off. Car was fucked. Decent bit of weight so I can understand why they done it.

Scary shit, still got that ptsd scar on the brain.