Don't play with guns

My friend used to work at a clothing store in the suburbs a while back. In the summer my friend and I would pay him a visit every Saturday. The store sold urban clothing. That's just a nice way of saying Rocawear and Phat Farm. Time spent there was fun. The store didn't get much business so we were free to chill. One Saturday afternoon a group of guys came in. About four from what I can remember. After 15 minutes of browsing they bought one hat. Seemed weird, but whatever. Fast forward to about 7:30 PM. This is when we were closing the store. While we were doing this I noticed that the same four guys had parked right in front of the store. I paid no attention to it and went back to talking to my friends. About 15 mins later when everything was good to go, I noticed these guys were still there. I informed the owner of the situation. He tells me to come with him. He takes me behind the counter. You know what this motherfucker does? He pulls out a handgun. He says that when we go out if "anything goes down" I should pull it out, but not fire because it was loaded. Then he pulls my belt forward and sticks the gun down my pants. This is when I realized having a gun down your pants is only cool in the movies. I didn't want to lose a testicle. I was like whoa whoa whoa cowboy, I don't think this situation is that bad. I just wanted to point out something I thought was fishy. For Gods sake, we were in a White suburb. What's the worst that could happen? We leave the store without any problems. We get into the car and my friend says that I should put the gun, which by the way he didn't have a license for, in the built in compartment of the passenger side door. I do it. All of us were hungry. When we were getting out of the car to go the a restaurant I had completely forgotten about the gun. It fucking fell on the concrete. My pussy ass screams out:"OH SHIT" It was scary. Trust me. I am Baliwala. Let's not fight, let's hug it out. That is all.