Friends and I were sitting in one of our town park, just minding our own business. We were maybe 14-15yo and enjoying the sun on a quiet summer afternoon. We are 2 guys and 3 girls.

Then there's an older guy (maybe 20yo) coming out of fucking nowhere. He crept behind us. Despite the temperature being over 30celsius, he's wearing a large crocodile-Dundee style hat (complete with teeth), a leather duster coat, basketball shorts and combat boots. Guy is morbidly obese too.

He ask if we're safe. Said there's some Blood members making the round in the neighbourhood and they're looking for him since he's a Crips. Proceed to remove his duster and sweatshirt to show us "torture marks". Said the Blood guys beat him with chains because they assumed he's one of the big time dealers for the Crips. They were stretch marks on his fat rolls.

(BTW our town is a small quiet suburban town of mostly middle and upper-middle classes white collar professionals. It's the poster image of "white middle-class america, except we're in Canada. There's like 2 "bad streets" in the old part of town, where the locals low-life thugs reside. It's know as "welfare corner").

The other guy we're it is getting fed up with him, so he tells him we actually saw some Blood gang members in the streets around here, they are searching for him and he better run.

Bad idea. The guy proudly announce he's ready for a fight, remove all of his remaining clothing, produce a pair of nunchuks from his backpack and a shitty fake plastic katana and start doing combat move. A red car turn the street so our hero quickly take all of his belongings and start running buck naked into the nearby woods.

We never saw him again.