When I took the hit it turned out to be my buddies son. I was trying to finish him off when my buddy stopped me . Still never got my guns back. They were sold the night that he broke in and stole them.He did tell his son when he got me off of him that he should have just let me beat him to death.I was seriously trying. It was all because of the son being a druggie . I knew them all my life but the son just didn’t give a damn. The son moved off shortly after that and I never saw or heard of him after that again.