So, I was heading into the front entrance of my neighborhood around 1 pm on Friday. First thing I notice is that there are 4-5 sheriff cars blocking the way. Of course, I'm thinking "road block" and since I was holding, I did a quick U turn and headed towards the back entrance of my neighborhood. As soon as I get into my driveway and out of my car, I hear automatic gunfire from a couple streets down, followed by more gunfire that sounded even closer. By this time I'm freakin out, ready for some shit to go down. So I run inside and grab my SKS and load a clip, and proceed to just sit on my porch, rifle in hand. Not 5 minutes later, two sheriffs pull up in front of my house, and I could tell the gun spooked them, so I reassured the officers that the firearm was solely to protect myself and my property. The cops told me that they were trying to evacuate people from the area, but one said "you appear to have your shit under control". After that, they left. Throughout the day, I would hear sporadic gunfire. The police force here ended up bringing out over 200 deputies, as well as an armored tank. It was a few hours later that I learned exactly what was going on. One of my best friends from high school, let's call him A, has a stepdad who's ex SEAL and has enough guns and ammo to support a small militia. I used to paintball with this guy every weekend. Well....you guessed it. The gunman was no other than my friends stepdad. From what I understand, he tried to kill my buddys mom and his 8 year old brother, but they managed to escape. So the standoff went on until 11:30pm, then SWAT busted in and they found him dead. Hasn't been determined if it was suicide or one of the cops rounds. It's really eerie. The guy had it made, rich as Hell, beautiful family. And he was a great paintball teammates... I dunno why but this makes me depressed. Crazy shit, I tell ya.