So some backstory on this whole thing. The soccer team and I were all at an ice creamery about 15 minutes away (Castro Valley) from the city most of us reside in (San Leandro). We eat, talk, and are merry. Reunite one last time with our coach who has gone back to Denver to take care of his ailing mother. We have two friends who could drive. The rest of us either didn't have our cars with us, parking was pretty poopy or couldn't drive. One friend (Nicholas) lives in Castro Valley, so it would be unreasonable for him to drive us back to San Leandro. Our other friend (Justin) lives in San Leandro, but he didn't want to drive us all the way back to our homes. Nich and Justin drive us to BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit, its akin to a subway system, or something of the sort). And we are on our way home to San Leandro. We all are planning to head to one of our friend's house (Edmond) because he lives the closest to BART. We get off at Bayfair BART Station. It isn't the best neighborhood but we were in a group and not wearing the wrong colors. It's dark, we're almost about to turn into the street toward Edmond's house. Now, after Justin and Nich drive us home, we think that "Oh, they went home, Justin is a poop face for not driving us, especially since some of us live on the way to his house and he had no plans, and his only excuse was that he didn't feel like it. (This is true by the way)" Well at the beginning of Edmond's street there is this house with a huge amount of cars, sometimes they occasionally have their cars blocking the sidewalk. Our friend Justin, being the clown that he is, drives to Edmond's house. He parks his car way down the street infront of Edmond's house and runs all the way to the beginning of the street. He proceeds to hide behind the cars that overflow onto the sidewalk. As we are about to pass that house, he jumps out from behind the cars yelling, "GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!" Of our group, two of us are martial artists, but we both recognize his voice, having known each other for years, since Elementary school. Now, when Justin popped out, I was one of the people on the edge closer to him, and once he yelled, and ran into us, I took a step back with the right and adopted a boxer's stance, checked him with my left and cocked back my right hand. I didn't throw the right because ... I recognized his voice. And it also helped that we had 7 other guys in our group that are reasonably fit. It was a good surprise but it could have ended terribly for him. His thought process according to him, "I see a group of 8 people walking down the adjacent sidewalk (there is chain link fence, so he could see us)." "It must be Edmond's group." Now after the fact, we talked to him on the way to Edmond's house. "What if it wasn't us. And it was 8 big body builder dudes or gang members." He told us he just assumed it was us. I don't know, I didn't know where to put this. It really did happen, just this past Friday 1/10/14, to be exact. I just wanted to tell this story, just to see your guys' take on it. IMHO, this could have ended really badly.