I saw you running down the street full speed. You weren't wearing active wear, so I knew something was amiss (plus you were sprinting like your life depended on it). I was surprised when you suddenly stopped in front of a downtown apartment building and started frantically typing in the keypad. Maybe you were rushing to help a friend who's about to commit suicide I thought, or perhaps OD-ing. Nope! Just then another dude ran past me, cleary wanting to straight up murder you. You unlocked, slid inside, and shut the door, I swear to God, one millisecond before he arrived and tried to rip it open. "F*c* you fa**ot!!" he yelled, and unsuccessfully tried to break the glass with his skateboard. Then he gave up and quickly left. I don't know what that was about, but I find myself feeling glad that you got away.
