When you drunkenly ring my doorbell and wake me up in the middle of the night then demand to be let into my building without telling me who you are or what you want, guess what the last thing I’m going to do for you is? I hope you see this and realize what a fucking idiot you are. Because next time, I’m just going to call the police. —Learn to count, idiot!
This article appears in Mar 17-23, 2016.
I would have entertained the wee drunk with sixteen choruses of ‘Danny Boy’ courtesy of a poopy tin speaker and the key of G.
So you let a drunk stranger into the building or did you refer him to the building manager