We stare at each other in silence, trying to figure out if that really came from OUR door.
Few minutes pass, and there’s another knock.
We leap up trying to figure out what to do- realize how unfortified the apartment is against burglars, serial killers, and zombies.
Slowly creep up to the door and ask “who is it?”.
Our stoned fucking neighbour from across the hall.
He asks if we wanna fucking hang out because he heard us up talking.
Proceed to laugh hysterically and reluclantly crawl into bed to pass the fuck out.
Make mental note to buy a good solid baseball bat to leave by the front door.
(Source: koshkadevotchka)
