When I lived in West Hollywood around 2009. Was depressed over my ex and I breaking up. Drank a lot of whiskey and took a few Ativan pills. Went out by myself and ran into aforementioned ex. We talked a bit and things seemed nice. We were very on-again/off-again, but we always remained best friends even when we weren't together (and are to this day). Anyways- I drunkenly wander away from her at some point in the night. Last call comes, I walk outside of the bar...at this point completely obliterated by the booze. As everyone is herding out of the bar I see her and some random guy holding eachother at the hips as if they were about to kiss. The next thing I remember, I was being held down and cuffed by security and the guy was KO'd on the ground. Apparently I walked up and punched him. I told the security guy some bullshit sob story, so he took me to the side and uncuffed me. Told me to GTFO. My ex came over and we walked a block over to an iHop. We sat in the lobby talking for a bit. She was understandably angry and apparently it was pretty obvious to passerbys. One of them, a probably 6’4” gentleman build like a linebacker, stopped and asked if I was bothering her. She said no, but me, in my idiotic drunken haze, told him to fuck off. He pulled his sweatpants right to reveal the outline of a handgun and said something like “wrong one homie”. So I got up and followed him back outside from the iHop lobby. In my drunken mind I thought we were going to fight but he ended up walking away. I go back in and my ex says she’s leaving with her friends so I tell her goodnight. I go back out and decide I’m going to find gun guy. I walked a few blocks and eventually found him hanging out in a huddle of guys. As I approached them he looked at me like I was insane and said “Damn, homie. You a cold ass fuckin’ white boy..”. He then invited me to an after hours party. I said fuck it, followed them, and ended up in an underground club. I was literally the only white person there. The dude bought me a few drinks, we traded Myspace info, and I called it a night. I don’t know why I’m still alive.