After Dens party, I went over to Hanger Bar for a bit, and when I went home about an hour later sans keys, Meredith was fast asleep and not responding to calls or door-buzzings by my locked-outside-ass. Here's me taking a grumpy photo of myself in our apartment lobby at 3am.
And me. Someone call your high school photo teacher, I think what we've got here is a "work of art! " I call this one "Self-Reflections of a Helmeted Scooterteer."
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