So I woke up this morning to sounds in the hallway of my appartment. I opened my door to find a drunk guy stumbling through my appartment. After what started as a polite, nice, albeit somewhat frustrated attempt to get him out of my place at 7am on a monday morning, he quickly veered to a rather more unpleasant mood. I managed to toss him out with the help of my brother who, lucky for me, is much bigger and has been in a few altercations in his life. Fast forward 10 minutes when he is loudly banging against my neighbor’s (2 very cute girls and a very nice stoner) door demanding his shoes. I called the dear fellows of law enforcement when I heard said neighbors tell him to “Fornicate elsewhere” if you will. The former arrived just in time to see the man savagely break through my neighbors’ door and kindly knock the male resident of the demeure into a state un unconsciousness.
All in all. An odd way to start a morning and a week.
I have to say though, the best part was my brother on his balcony smoking weed yelling “FUCK YES! THERE’S MY TAX DOLLARS AT WORK” when the cops came in lights and siren blazing.