So I was in west virginny a few years back and got offered to work a bluegrass festival with my two friends. They weren't gonna pay us cash but let us camp, see the show, feed us and provide us with booze. In exchange we would help set up, break down and run security. My buddy Cory was the one who set the gig up, I'm not sure how he met these folks.
Anywho, we get to the property three or four days before the music started and I spent the day weed-whacking the perimeter of the property while Meri and Cory cut wood. The farm was fairly large but you could tell that these people weren't making it on cattle alone. Before we got to work one of the guys running the show made a joke about us not hurting ourselves and how they didn't have insurance but did have a wood chipper. Red flag number one.
After a long days work we begin to settle in and they cook up some steaks and break out the liquor. We were all tired from sweatin in the sun all day and were happy to eat a good meal and relax. The wife and son of one of the men joined us by the fire as we passed around a guitar and a jar of shine and as the weather cooled down, things were starting to look up. But yet; there was a palpable sense of tension in the air, as these were good ol' boy types and we were, for lack of a better term, homeless as fuck.
The two guys running the place started in on how we should be so grateful for the opportunity, seeing as we didn't even have a place to live or regular jobs. I didn't care enough to get into it with them but I guess Cory had enough of their indignant shit and told them something to the effect of "I'd rather go sleep under a fucking bridge than be spoken too in such a manner".
When one of the guys turns to his wife and says "bring the boy inside", there was no doubt in my mind that shit had in fact gone south.
Corey is now engaged in a full on yelling match with this guy and before I noticed he had left, his buddy comes back with a shotgun and a pistol and hands the pistol to the other guy. They proceed to yell at us for a few minutes and while this was not the first time I had a pistol in my face, this was the first time I was actually worried they were gonna pull the trigger. We were then escorted off the property with guns at our backs and I, being the most sober, had to drive Cory's van down the mountain.
I haven't seen Cory since then. If you're reading this, no hard feelings dude.