KAGs plus thehoTTman

Frazzled as I am nowadays, especially after a long weekend, I forgot my ID in Brooklyn. So I found myself my apartment at 8:00 am. Huffing and puffing up the stairs, annoyed with myself, I stood outside my door and went in as normal, closing the door behind me. I retrieve my ID and when I got back to my apartment door, I noticed it was broken. The strike box and the strike plate had been taken off and the door jamb was ripped open. Essentially someone had forcibly opened the door.

I went through the apartment and nothing was stolen. What the hell happened?… I texted the YokoOno to see what happened and she replied, “OMG it’s Montreal he txt me 4 in the morning that he got locked out i wasn’t home.”

What would KAG do at 4AM?

1) Call the roommates?

2) Wait until 6AM to call the roommates at wake-up time?

3) Call a Locksmith at $200 to drill the lock?

4) Or in the spirit of Notorious BIG, “Kick in tha door, wave in the four-four.”

So Montreal did that, perhaps without the 44. What a way to start off a week, dumb ass.

UPDATE: Sent: Tuesday, September 2, 2008 12:22:58 PM
Subject: Apartment door

Hey YokoOno and thehottman,

Late last night, like an idiot, I locked myself out of the apartment.
I tried opening the door by applying some pressure on the lock.
Unfortunately I broke the door frame in the process. I really didn’t
think it would break. I hadn’t used that much force.

The result is that the bottom lock doesn’t work at all right now. I am
going to tell Demi Moore’s husband as soon as they come back, and pay for the
repairs.

I’m really sorry!
Montreal