So here it is one night I was drinking to much with a bunch of friends. We go out to the bars and come back to my friends apartment. We all are drinking on the roof of his apartment building. To get their you have to take the service elevator and some very shady stairs. At some point I decide to sneak off which is the start of no good because for some reason I think I am James Bond when I am hammered. I am walking down the stairs to the service elevator and I see a lonely fire extinguisher. Which of course I need to comfort so now I have a fire extinguisher bad news. I get down to the service elevator and it is stuck a couple floors below me. If you leave the doors open on service elevators they will stay on the floor they are open at. So here I am getting pissed off hitting the button a thousand times. I then decide it would be a good idea to pry open the doors on my floor and jump down to the elevator. I then proceed to open the hatch you always see in the movies and jump in the elevator. Now I am all fired up so I try to find my friends floor but I went down a floor past his. I get out of the elevator blasting everything on the floor with white shit. I was hitting peoples doors, walls, in the crack between the floor/door and anything I wanted to hit. I think I realized it wasn't my friends floor so I went up 2 floors missing his floor again this time I used the stairs. I was spraying my way all the way up. At this point I may have ran into a few friends but they had no idea what was going on because off all the smoke and I really did not respond. Now that I reached this floor I was running out of smoke. I found another extinguisher in the box that you have to break the glass so yeah I broke it with my hand hiya! I am completely fucking nuts at this point but hey who cares right. I spray the shit out of this floor in the same fashion. I decide to go to the lobby bad idea right. Well since it was a big apartment building in the city you would think. I used the regular elevator this time and as it opens I come out guns blazing just spraying shit everywhere I then proceed to the door. The door I do not have a key for which I am now walking out of with no return in. I am now sitting out front of a nice apartment building in Lincoln Square hold a red fire extinguisher wondering what to do with it. I call my friends a couple of times with no response. I now to decide to chuck the red fire extinguisher into a parked cars windshield. As I do this I start to hear sirens of in the distance Fuck what do I do? I call my friend franticly he finally answers and just scream buzz me in buzz me in. He does and the smoke has yet to settle so I just jet to my friends apartment. I then had to tell my story to all my friends and pass out. Only to wake up wondering what happened I am sitting their like fuck my hand hurts. I look and their are shards of glass sticking out of my hand and it all rushes back. ohh fuck. How could I have done all this? I do not drink shots or hard liqueur anymore period. That is my story not proud of it but I did it.
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Alls well that ends well right?
I gotta tell you though, when I see your username, I think of Fire Marshall Bill from In Living Color. I don't know if you know that show or not. It was a long time ago and you're pretty young . but Jim Carrey had a character on there called Fire Marshall Bill and it was pretty funny. Your story is much better than "Oh I picked the name because of a character on a TV show from a hundred years ago." lol
Enjoy the rest of the week.
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