not ok

today i was casually watching felicity on the couch. felicity is my new tv obsession. i have these. i'll watch one show for about a week straight, watch nothing else and pretty much do nothing else. felicity is my now. im also realizing that i was probably really affected by this show when i was 13 and there's a strong possibility it was formative to my life.

i digress..

while i was watching my thirteenth year, brad came home and said three kids from the high school down the street were in our stairwell smoking pot. he said they had gotten up to leave when they saw him, but i felt obligated to check it out. i opened the door and heard footsteps abruptly start down the stairs.

in my best tough guy voice i said, 'get out' followed by, 'NOW'. i heard a meek, 'fuck you man' which i responded to with 'all the way!'.

it worked. they left. sometimes our door doesnt completely lock, this was one of those times. who does that though? do you walk down the street checking each walk up to see if one is unlocked? smoke in the alley like everyone else! i mean.... seriously?!