Bradley Warshauer
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May 8, 2012
No Great Illusion: This is Something That Happened To Me →


I can’t sleep. It’s 5 AM. I need to write this all down so I can stop thinking about it.

I work evenings and get home very late, usually around 12:30 or 1 AM. When I got home a few hours ago, I found that my key wouldn’t open my apartment door. I had had this trouble with the door to the building…

This is absolutely not a fun night.

Last time I got locked out in New York my landlady and I, eh, borrowed a ladder from a construction site across the street and she dove in through my open second floor window and unlocked the door from the inside.

I had an awesome landlady.

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