he was going through a rough patch. his wife cheated, he was feeling like shit and needed a little tiny pick me up.. so, at around 8:34PM, he’s gone to the bar. drinks, girls, drinks, dancing, drinks. hed always say ‘o my one, only two yet two turned to five, five turns to seven and the next minute you know it’s half 4, he’s passed out of your front porch whining about his wife.

“{{user}}, let me innn.. please.. pretty pleaseee..”

he’d complain, mocking on your door loudly. his head hurting, his eyes red and blurry.