First off, a little back story to explain: Woke up with a stiff neck and a headache from hades... for those of you with medical training "Meningitis" should be the first thing that pops into your head. Anyway, I try and "cowboy up" and see if it gets better (I really don't want to go to the ER, and even if I did I can't afford it). About 11 hours later I give up (and after having a nurse yell at me over the phone for playing with my life like this), and go to the ER (a friend drives me). As the hospital is a no-no zone, I leave the piece at home. Go in, get a PET scan followed by a spinal tap (in retrospect, you think they'd give you the morphine BEFORE they start putting the needle in ya... lets just say it wasn't pleasant). I come out clear, and EDIT: AFTER BEING ALLOWED TO SLEEP FOR 2-3 HOURS I'm released. My brain's pretty fuzzy, forget to ask for a cab, and being a "stupid tough guy" I start hoofing it home (only about 2 miles... but considering I just had an invasive procedure and i still am feeling the after-effects of the morphine, not such a good idea). Anyway, to the firearms part of the story: Walking home, I go under a rather long bridge (sidewalk closed). Gang markings are all over the place. I've always thought "if I'm ever going to get jumped, this is the place". Unfortunately, this is the only way I can go. I go on high-alert (or as close as I can come to it). Two males are in front of me, and they don't reputable in the least. They're slowing down, almost pacing me about 20 yards in front of me. Then they disappear behind a pillar and are out of sight. I'm about 2/3 of the way towards "daylight" and almost in view of cars driving by. I analyze my options: retreat or advance. I calculate that if I try and retreat, I can be run down completely out of sight. If I continue forward, chances are if the situation does get ugly I can at least make sure someone sees it and hopefully calls 911. I continue forward, and all of a sudden a car comes squealing tires around the corner, comes to a stop, and all of a sudden everyone's producing guns. My brain shouts "COVER!!!!" and I start going on a diagonal path away from the incident... right before freaking airsoft pellets start flying all over the place. They'd painted over the bright red tips, I could have sworn they were real. I was entertaining thoughts before of moving back home to Maryland, but this sealed my desire to stay in Missouri. This was the exception to the rule (me being unarmed), whereas Maryland is a "may issue" state, i.e. never unless you're a retired cop or know the governor. Moral of the story: don't walk around unarmed, go to the doctor sooner than later.