So I had a black eye and it was oozing from the cut, I had to walk back to my flat at 4 AM through some of the worst crime ridden streets in South Africa in a trendy, black suit because my car was demolished, then I get to my flat and no one will answer the intercom to buzz me up. So I sneak in when somebody walks out, I take the elevator, and knock for nearly an hour. Knock is not the appropriate word. I pound on the door – waiting for my neighbors to open their doors instead. Nothing. Either nobody is in there or they are so hung over and they cannot hear the door.
And this is the beginning of the greatest day of my life.
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