How was your respective, omnipotent-deity/miracle driven holiday? Mine was.
As I was coming home to my apartment building where I, monthly, mail cheques to property owners so as to secure my keyhole for my key, I noticed a warm familiar sight: 3 cop cars nestled close to my building, as if trying to keep warm.
I thought these fine up-proppers of the law were here because my nextdoor neighbor is probably fighting with her boyfriend and, once again, screaming, breaking windows, throwing strereo components down the hall, stabbing him, etc… but I was in the wrong (assumption-wise). The cop-abouts were here for—oh! my neighbor across the hall from me! Yes, by all means, lets keep the rowdys clustered around me. Come along rowdys, I think there’s some space over here!
Truth be told, truthfully, I arrived at my door just as the fuzz were filing out of across-the-hall-neighbor’s door. So in all truthfulnecessity, I don’t know what happened at all. He could have simply misplaced the torso of his latest victim, panicked, and called the police himself, truethin’.
As I set down my items to unlock my door (oh shit! now you know how to unlock my door!), a police asked me if I knew the guy across the hallway and I said, “No.” But not like that—I was all like, “No.”
Pausing for a moment, I looked at the door that faces my own. I then brought my things into my apartment, and somberly closed my door and the view of my poor, helpless neighbor… then I fired up NFL.com and checked Brett Favre’s stats, cuz I need to OWN my fantasy football league, y’all! ChicksNBeer, you’re going down my friend!!! Wooooo! Wooooo! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
