trevor and i were out drinking last night, and received a ride home from john. upon exiting the elevator on the 3rd floor of our building, i watched as trevor casually pulled the fire alarm. it took a second for my drunk brain to realize what had happened. once i realized that we should skee-daddle before someone woke up and saw it was us, i started laughing and grabbed trevor’s arm and said “come on, we have to run. like NOW!”

we ran all the way down the hall to our apartment without anyone peeking out to see luckily (it’s a long hallway). i showed him to his room, locked the door, and sat at my computer desk with my taco bell and watched the fire engines roll in from my bedroom window.

it was pretty funny. senseless mischief akin to the age of 16. it may have been wrong but i felt ALIVE!