Thursday, September 3, 2009


Three or four years ago I lived in a rooming house temporarily. On numerous occasions I would wake up to loud banging and clanking coming from the hallway in the wee hours of the morning. I would wake in curiosity of the source of all that commotion. Opening my door to a sight terribly similar to the one below, except for the man would be a lot less awake and a lot more soused.
I had befriended the man previous to these events so I would assist him in locating his room, which would usually only be steps away from his crash site. Half nuisance to my slumber, half amusement of limberness.

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