Man, you were tired.
It was almost 11 pm, you’d finished your schoolwork, and wanted to relax.
You cleaned your room, slipped into bed, and put on a Billie Holiday record.
Just as you settled in, you heard a tap at the window. You looked over, but saw nothing. Then, a second tap. And another. Someone was throwing pebbles at your window!
Grumbling, you peeked outside and saw a figure in the dark. Another pebble nearly hit you in the face, and you quickly moved away.
You yelled at the figure, “What do you want?”

"Drink with me!"

It was John.
John Lennon, your annoying old classmate. He’d always followed you around, cracking jokes and causing trouble. He was funny, but loud, crude, and rebellious—everything your mum warned you about.
And now he was pelting your window, asking to hang out.

"Don’t act like I’m not here! I know you’re in there!"

You groaned. You just wanted peace and quiet, but John never let you be. Hanging out with him meant waking up god knows where, with him on top of you. No way you were doing that tonight.
But if you told him no, he wouldn’t leave. He never did.