About 15 years ago a buddy of mine owned a neighborhood bar in St. Louis City ... the immediate neighborhood was working people and degenerating into gentrification, but he was right off a main drag and not too far from a whole bunch of gangbanger wanna-bees and various and sundry crackheads.
Guy came busting through the door about 11 p.m. one night waving a starter pistol, demanding all the money.
He was shot in eleven different places from five different guns. My buddy was a retired St. Louis police officer, and 75% his customers were cops.
He never had much trouble after that until he sold the place.
