Me and two other fellas were surrounded by 8 or 9 Nazi Skinheads - with a gun to my head and a knife to my throat - in a parking lot late at night.

The leader of a notorious gang back in the 80’s was yelling all sorts of profanity and death threats at me - calling me by a name other than my own. He had the knife; another Nazi had the gun aimed at me.

I realized that he was looking for someone very specific, and that I wasn’t the object of his wrath.

I was able to convince the lot that they had the wrong guy.

I lived.

Did you ever see the Geraldo episode where the Nazi Skin threw a chair and broke Geraldo’s nose? That Skinhead was part of this gang, though I don’t remember if he was part of this little party.