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Sep. 20th, 2008 04:46 amOH NO.
HE DID NOT.
I know that occasionally there may have been stories told on this journal which stretch credulity, but I swear to you that this one is true.
I just woke up to the squeal of my front-door buzzer being pressed, and decided it HAD to be some drunken prankster or a bird or a raccoon or something. Then it was pressed like EIGHT MORE TIMES, and I got up and looked out my window.
"Dude," I said, when I pressed the talk button, "It's four-thirty in the morning. What's wrong with you?"
R's voice, tinny and distant, drifted up. "I locked myself out. Can I borrow your keys?"
I buzzed him in and went to put some trousers on and find the set of keys I have to his place. What else could I do? He'd stepped out on the back porch to smoke and the door had closed behind him with great finality. Apparently Bland is a heavy sleeper who didn't wake up when R threw gravel at his window, unlike me.
HEY LOOK, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. I was born at some ungodly hour of the morning, I'm so glad the universe conspired to be certain I was awake at the same ungodly hour, to remember it.
On the other hand, he explained how he also stepped out without a belt on his trousers, and then proceeded to show me how a beltless, shoeless man walks down the street, which did pretty much put me on the floor with laughter.
My life is never boring, you guys.
HE DID NOT.
I know that occasionally there may have been stories told on this journal which stretch credulity, but I swear to you that this one is true.
I just woke up to the squeal of my front-door buzzer being pressed, and decided it HAD to be some drunken prankster or a bird or a raccoon or something. Then it was pressed like EIGHT MORE TIMES, and I got up and looked out my window.
"Dude," I said, when I pressed the talk button, "It's four-thirty in the morning. What's wrong with you?"
R's voice, tinny and distant, drifted up. "I locked myself out. Can I borrow your keys?"
I buzzed him in and went to put some trousers on and find the set of keys I have to his place. What else could I do? He'd stepped out on the back porch to smoke and the door had closed behind him with great finality. Apparently Bland is a heavy sleeper who didn't wake up when R threw gravel at his window, unlike me.
HEY LOOK, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. I was born at some ungodly hour of the morning, I'm so glad the universe conspired to be certain I was awake at the same ungodly hour, to remember it.
On the other hand, he explained how he also stepped out without a belt on his trousers, and then proceeded to show me how a beltless, shoeless man walks down the street, which did pretty much put me on the floor with laughter.
My life is never boring, you guys.