So I'm here studying. Take my headphones off to go make tea, and hear this guy yelling "FUCK! FUCK!" outside my building.
I figure, eh, finals week. Go into my bedroom to get a better look out my small window. I hear something break. Now it's odd. I hear more things being hit, more "FUCK!". So naturally I grab my .45, check chamber, check safety, and tuck it in my pants (holster is in the closet). I take a listen, sounds like one guy, nobody else. I figure, nobody else seems to be in danger. Plus, I don't have a permit to carry. I'd risk my ass if it sounded like somebody was in danger, but not my ass and a felony for property. The guy seems to move off. I stick my head out, and see the outside door is spiderwebbed.
So I call another apartment employee, who's been partying all night. He says to call the cops. I call the cops, dispatch says they have somebody over here already. I give my name and number. Emer. Maint. comes and another employee and a witness. Only the door seems to be damaged.
Well, the cops get the guy. Officer comes over to talk with us. Takes down my name, DOB, phone, etc. and the other witness's stuff.
Cop thinks the guy's on something. Turns out it took four officers to toss the guy into a squad car AFTER he punched in the window of one car.
I figure, if I had run outside immediatly (and probably stupidly), with how violent this guy appeared to be, and he'd been there, I probably would have ended up firing a round.
But with no permit, and with stepping back and taking the time to evaluate the situation, I think I took the better course of action. Plus, the good guys got the bad guy, with only the loss of a glass door, and a squad car window.
Anyway, that's my night, and I have a final at 1010. Hooray.