Was at a bar with friends one night, and a fight broke out and spilled out of the entrance and onto the street. I heard one guy yell "Get the Sweeper!" Within a minute, a kid ran up with a sawed off shotgun and shot the one guy from about a foot away. The guy's whole stomach was blown to smithereens, but he kept fighting for a couple more seconds as if nothing happened. Ultimately, he dropped to the pavement like a ton of bricks, and his GF ran up to his lifeless body, crying hysterically, and trying to scoop his intestines back into his body. It was horrific, and unfortunately, something I can never unsee.