When I was a junior in high school I used to DJ house parties on the weekends. It started with just my friends but word of mouth spread and for a while I was DJing almost every weekend. The last party I DJed was the worst party I've ever been to though. It was at the house of a coke-head boy named Kim while his parents were out of town. Kim was a wanna-be thug, showing off with his cocaine and his parent's guns and tazers. All the guns and cocaine were kept in the parents master bedroom upstairs, and I told kim as long as the guns stay upstairs I've got no problem DJing the party downstairs. So around 8:30 I have everything set up and the first few dozen high school age guests begin arriving. Everything is fine so far. Here's where you need a little backstory: the week before the party a Samoan boy got into an argument with his sister and got out of the car in the middle of a busy intersection, was hit by a car and died. The party was on the same day as his funeral. By 9pm the house party was in full swing and several vanloads of Samoans showed up and joined the party. They had just come from their friends wake. Everything was totally chill, the samoans wanted to hear Bob Marley and I was more than happy to oblige. A few reggae tunes later a coked up and very paranoid Kim waddles halfway down the stairs with a shotgun in hand, cocks it, points it at the crowd below (myself included) and yells : "ALL YOU TONGAN MOTHERFUCKERS GET THE FUCK OUT" Now up to this point everyone was having a good time. There had been one or two scuffles where boys were fighting over girls and a few broken beer bottles, but nothing like the riot that ensued after Kim cocked the shotty. The Samoans left the house promptly, then picked up rocks from the front yard and smashed every street-facing window in the house. It was at this point I decided to grab all my gear that I could and bail. I was using a PA system with very large speakers, so I couldn't take them with me but I got everything else (laptop, speaker wires, amplifier) and figured I'd come back and get them in the morning. The next day I come back for the speakers Kim and his older brothers are there scrambling to put the house back together before their parents got home. They wouldn't let me in to get my speakers and blamed me for the whole thing saying that it was my 'violent music' that incited the riot. I called the police and they of course did NOTHING. The officer just said "well they say they don't have your speakers, and we can't go in their home without a warrant". All I could do was report them stolen and then obviously they were never recovered. So that was the worst party I've ever been to. TLDR: Coked up asian freaks out when he sees Samoans at his party, pulls a gun, causes a riot, then blames DJ (me) for everything.