Sometimes I fantasize being caught in a riot situation when I'm older.
I'd just slip on some gloves, steal some brother's car, drive around a bit, then plow through the first group of violent rioters I find. Then I'd drive around some more, smash it into a storefront, and then walk away while everyone loots the place. Then I'll finally return to my home, if possible, and wait around the TV with whatever gun I have. If I can't get home, I'd probably find a cop somewhere and ask him to take me away somewhere safe until it all blows over.
In all actuality, I'd probably hide in my house like a bitch, or if I'm caught in the streets, I'd probably get trampled by an angry mob.