last night around 9:30, with my throat totally parched, i decided to get a little gatorade and hit the sack. much to my dismay, someone had locked the kitchen door. i tried 30 keys, none of which worked. as i was fumbling around i was getting thirstier and thirstier and i would not be denied. the only option other than breaking the door in half, which i did contemplate briefly, was to take the pins out of the hinges. so there is was, 10 pm, on my knees in the dark with the spiders trying to loosen overly painted hinge pins. i finally hammered free the last pin and ripped the door off. gatorade never tasted so good...
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