12:14am: Threesome birthday party for the folks who usually get lost in the holiday shuffle.

BANG, BANG, BANG!
“It’s just Fly.”
“What if it’s not? Maybe it’s the police.”
[peeking through door peep-hole]
“Yep, it’s the police”
[random hiding, shuffling and sobering, opens door]
“Hello.”
“Ya’ll might want to keep it down.”
“Certainly officer, we’ll do that. Happy holidays!”
“O.K. Good night.”

S.U.C.C.E.S.S.!

[memo to self: get another house soon! apartments suck!!!]