true story

last night, we had a "rager," if you will.

we were jamming, shimmying, poodling about. daft punk was playing. some kids from avenue d showed up, which was cool. At about 3:30 a.m., when most people had gone home for the night, there was a knock at the door. i looked around and there was no one there so i shut the door. but then i heard the knock again. "oh, come ON." and i opened the door again. looked to the left. looked to the right. nothing.

and then i looked down.

and this guy was there.

"is this 5C?"

"yeah," i said. "come on in. come on in."