Sure do. Feel free to ply me with liquor if ever you’re in SF. I got some doozies.
Like playing in my old band in a Viet mafia bar that had a weekly punk night. The ceiling was about 6 and a half feet from the stage (the performers before were all Viet and not typically 6’5" like me lol). I dropped into a crouch, started the set, and kept getting pelted by these little sticks that I couldn’t tell what they were - the stage lights were literally in my face. Finally a few songs in I squatted down and picked one up… it was a syringe. Someone had been throwing syringes at me for the last 15 minutes. Luckily they were all capped and unused but it scared the fuck out of me then.