I know I promised this would never become a lame live journal. But sometimes, New York is just too weird NOT to share.
Tonight, on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth before bed, I heard what could only be described as the throngs of a furious masturbatory sesh, coming from behind my roommates door.
It took me a moment to realize: he’s a piano student, practicing on his keyboard, with earphones on.
Phew.
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John // January 29, 2008 at 7:10 pm |
After he had a spat with this roommates, my friend passive-aggressively left his door open a crack while he jerked it (everyone had to pass his room to move about the house).