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Sep. 21st, 2003 11:51 pmIt's ten till midnight. I'm sitting here in my living room, trying to think about Chateaubriand, and somebody starts pounding on my front door. Turns out it was a guy who said he'd been locked out of his friend's apartment and wanted money for a hotel. He was nice about it, and I don't have any money, and nothing untoward happened, but now I still wonder "what if...".
He had a lit cigarette and now my hair smells like secondhand smoke. I guess I take a shower before I go to bed.
He had a lit cigarette and now my hair smells like secondhand smoke. I guess I take a shower before I go to bed.
Pounding at your door
Date: 2003-09-22 09:31 am (UTC)You shouldnt even open your door at that
late hour for someone you dont know.
-Flynn